MORBIDBOY23

So I finally got my power supply and once it gets here I'm going to dig right into practicing. Can't wait to finally get my dream career started, I get to make art AND hurt people? What's not to love about that. For once I'm not going to sell myself short ether I can't really afford to. I give so much of my art away because to me there just sketches and doodles but when I spend next to an hour on a peace of body art you bet your ass I'm going to get more than enough to keep going. I have a lot of learning to do and I can't wait. :)

The taste of metal cold and hard pressing against the back of my thought testing my gag reflex sadisticly every push threatins to make me vomit I try and bite down to stop it but the gun hurts my teeth. The masked man smiles and pushes harder finaly I can't stand it and I puke I lurch forward and bile spews out. He seems angery as he wipes the barel of his revolver with a rag. I cough and gasp for air looking up at him with angery eyes. How could I have let this happen? How could it all have come down to this? Am I really going to die this way? All questions I don't have time to consider I need to act I lean forward hacking and coughing some

Dieing is so lonely, So i’m gonna take you with me, I reach into my pocket to retreave my plan-B. Nothing lasts forever, I chuckle with a grin, I close my eyes and grit my teeth and slowly pull the pin. Just a matter of time now untill we’re all debris, Only a few more seconds untill i’m finaly free.