Partway through working on this it turns out it closed yesterday?? The due date said February so I thought I had time, oh well. Might still use a similar story idea with a more original design. ---- Using "you smell of dead flowers" as inspo because I came across the song a couple days ago(as of initially posting this) and it resonated with me, and I thought it. Lyrics below for my own reference mostly ---- Closing eyes My room is full of Spiders, ants That want my rotten meat It is humid I am full of spiders Bite me until its painful I sit lonely Its dark and hopeless Will my body still be useful I'm ashamed of all I am now Make me cry until its painful You smell Of dead flowers I smell of the sewer I rot in I'm ashamed of all that I am now And all I am now Is painful ---- 1- Original design in corner- humanized version ref 2- Was gonna write a poem or something for this, something bout roots growing under skin, decaying flowers scattering when you hold them, you didn't last, the flowers overtake me, they last longer than I ----
