In
The Demon’s Head #99: The Visitor
April
15, 2013
Hello
everyone. It’s Monday which means that it’s back to work for most of us. Today
actually kicks off a massive week for me here as I have 4 new blog post that
will be hitting the stands starting with this one. Tomorrow marks the special
100th edition of “In The Demon’s Head”. As I sit down to write it though I can
honestly say that it’s something special to me almost a year and a half in the
making. However, #100 is tomorrow, today is #99 and with it another new piece.
Let’s take a look at the picture.
The
Visitor
They
sent me on the quest,
To
discover my heritage,
To
discover who I was,
And
where I came from,
Originally
I must admit,
The
idea was one that I didn’t like,
But
I thought that it could help,
So
I agreed,
I
didn’t want to admit that I was scared,
Or
that I needed help,
So
I went with whatever they offered,
And
this was what they came up with,
They
said that it would help me,
Discover
myself,
That
it would,
Offer
me peace,
That
it would give me a chance to learn about myself,
For
me it was just a chance,
To
get the hell away,
So
I took it,
But
on the first night alone,
Inside
I felt different,
Whole,
Like
someone had filled a special part of me,
The
second day,
I
wondered,
In
search of food,
And
found some berries,
That
were hidden,
Behind
a canopy of trees,
The
second night,
Was
when the world,
Began
to get fuzzy,
I
looked up at the moon,
And
I saw a man,
Leaning
on a stick,
He
stared at me,
With
brilliant blue eyes,
His
face blank,
Almost
as if asking,
What
it was that I was doing,
I
leaned up,
Staring
back,
Unable
to blink,
Or
move,
It
was then,
That
he spoke to me,
He
spoke long,
And
fast,
About
what it was like to be,
In
my shoes,
I
didn’t know what to think,
He
was able to understand me,
To
know what I had been through,
And
finally,
He
ended,
By
telling me that,
He’d
watch over me,
Like
my guardian angel,
I
can’t explain it,
But
I felt the life,
Begin
to drain away,
And
suddenly I’m awake again,
This
time in a hospital bed,
I
feel the pain burning in my arms,
And
I notice that,
I’m
full of IV’s.
“He’s
coming around.”
I
slowly realize,
That
what has happened,
Is
that I’ve ODed
It’s
not the first time that I’ve done that,
But
as I come too,
My
dad,
Grabs
me and tells me,
That
my grandpa had passed away,
I
could feel the understanding,
The
man who was out,
To
tell me that life,
Could
be better,
Was
the man who had watched out for me,
My
entire life,
It was a bitter pill to swallow,
It was a bitter pill to swallow,
But
I knew that he would watch from heaven,
And
one day I would make him proud,
About
The Piece
This
piece turned out to be a lot more then I had originally intended for it. I
wasn’t really sure of what direction to go when I first saw the picture. I can
say that I’m happy with the finished product and I hope that you guys like it
as well. I’d love your feedback on either the picture or the piece so feel free
to share it in the comments section.
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my cause. I will be back tomorrow with the 100th edition of “In The Demon’s
Head” which will be pretty packed so look for that Tuesday Morning. Until the
next time you want to take a trip through the gates of hell and into the
demon’s head. I’m Kyle Robinson wishing you a safe trip back to the surface.
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