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As the shadows creeped up the walls
and my own hands picked me apart
I felt their eyes on me - picking me apart more.
Sometimes I cry without knowing why
And watch my pieces fall
one
by
one.



Thank you to photobreed and abnormis for the textures. Heart

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:iconeclipz04:
Oh my, that's so very beautiful and moving. The small poem with it adds so much MORE meaning and depth that it makes it a very inspiring peice.

-brita-

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"There is no greater evil than men's failure to consult and to consider." - Sophocles' Antigone
:iconticky:
woah damn it, its ppl like u that put me down all the time!!!! grrrrrrrr...

its too damn awesome!!! Look at it... full of texture and the angel crouched up!! I also really like the small tint of feathers at the bottom... WOAH!!

Instant +fav, this is absolutely amazing manipulation... I could only wish to be able to do something like this! how did u do it?

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:iconmyra911:
the only word I can come up with is breathtaking. Really. The textures so fitting for her position. This is so incredibly well put together. You should be proud!

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"Pay close attention to those we love, before they are gone"
"May God Bless Those Who Fight For Freedom!"



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:iconphoenixblue:
This is really beautiful! :) (Smile) The wings turned out really well, though I know you would have liked to get some better detail on the wings. The piece, especially the title, remind me of Yeats' "Second Coming":

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

:iconbuildingclimber:
Beautiful.. wonderful tones textures and mood..+fav
:icontrinity037:
Awesome. . . I love it. The wings look great and the textures are beautiful.
:iconinfra5:
This is very cool . I have been trying to get a image to look like this for ever you have mad skills great job!!!!

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We spend our days, each one of us, in looking for the secret of life. Well, the secret of life is in art.-Oscar Wilde
:iconnexion:
Truly a very atmospheric piece of art ... very great texture work and the colors are perfect ... great job !!!

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:The Path Of The Angel Is A Firmament Of Tears:
:icondarktriumphant:
Blending is very well done! Great work!

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...and Justice for all!
:iconphaelx:
beatifull work...the effects used are really good...and wings are magic.keep up

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Dua

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