How can you ask such a thing?
Look at you, frail as ever!
Your scars, already beginning to show...
I do not even pity you.
Brought your own demise!

Letting you touch me, from afar
But I will not feel it.
How dare you even consider
That your ghost would sway my power

I'm leagues ahead of you now...
I have my knowledge, no demons control my mind.
Turn from you and fly free to forbidden lands.

Once my angel, You Turned, You Fallen!
Go, Hide your face
And let your guilt crush you.

See how your tenderness is wasted
Wandering, lost, with no other
Unto whom to bestow your tears.
Each drop falling without company;

You will never see me cry again,

My unforgiven one


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Photoshop 7, more than 30 hours from scratch, can't remember exactly how long.
I'd love to do more on this piece; improve it further. I can't get enough of it.
I looked at some reference images of dresses to get some of the folds on the dress looking ok.

I'd just like people to know: This is what is inside my head.
You see here a window unto my mind. That which I paint is who I am.
This is how I feel.
And I share it through my art

I hope you find something special in it too.

Suz x