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December Stokley

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Choke on all of the internal organs I push down your throat
Sowed on middle fingers
Piercing the eyelids of your favorite hate
Leave the bodies here to rot
During the Slaughter
Though in some cases, it was already too late
Tears stream onto her tongue
Please don't patronize me
Staring blanky at a room full of candy
You are already considered dead
Syringe full of Bright green
She couldn't save the one immortal, who would not be killed
Eyeballs rolled into her skull
Her veins still pulsate
Her skin a mess of distorted colors
Permanently bruised


Because nothing can nullify this life. And she can never convince herself otherwise, as the melancholic feelings have been shot into her open wounds, oozing into puddles of scarlet. That is the relentless gloom to be felt when she wears a lurid smile.
Alright. This poems about one of my characters ( I think. It might end up being about more than one. )

She's an immortal who's been through several gruesome, disburting situations that have made her really sick inside.
I want to write a comic about her, her name is December Stokley ( Oh my gosh, a character who has a full name? Impossible! )
She's gonna be fun to draw because of all of her scars. I'm still not sure what her colors are yet, but I've been thinking about it since last week.

Even though she has alot of scars, she enjoys showing off her body. she thinks her scars look cool, like tattoos.

Personality wise, well.. I don't know. She still expressive when it comes to emotions and stuff, but say, if something happens to her, like, if someones threatening to harm her, or are harming her, she tries to act as if it doesn't hurt ( and it usually doesn't ). She's also kind of gloomy..

Bah. I need to think more.

But anyway, this is a poem about her. Herp Derp.

December Stokley (c) ME, BITCHES.
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