As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho Or the moon without the comfort of the stars I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul Is nothing but a spilt canopic jar
I proved it, improved it Drove a sonnet right through it And in this state of bliss Evil kissed with wet lips Pen-filled fingertips Which thought me, for thought me Illuminati usually pissed But with words of some hurts worth I threw a party that extended Gods list
Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me Reciting back the almanac of travesties
They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch In excess and in canto
The Byronic Man // Cradle of Filth ft. Vile Valo
I was really in a mood to draw Chrno, and took my time for it after finding this amazing stock image. I think its the best picture i did of him since i created him lawl That's it for his picture :_D *waves*
Still thank you for the tip
Awesomely done btw. I like the clothes. :3
Thank you very much<3