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so, we decided with ~Irviseppo23 to make a 'trade', where we throw eachother a song, and we must draw something related to it and so on.
she gave me this song [link]

(and character belongs to her, no touchie)

My psyche is in pieces
I'm falling to pieces onto the floor
the situation is not under my control
a streak of cartilage and teeth are shed onto the floor
trickling chips of bone, gum,
secretions, pieces of scalp
bad odours spread to the apartment
But nobody hears
what is happening behind the drawn curtain
My psyche is in pieces on the floor

I rupture like a wall of flesh
kilos, litres splatter on walls and heaters,
down the thighs onto the sheet
bruises, memoirs...
I am alone and
before an earthly end

No! No! No! No!

"Love me," I whisper quietly
because all I have is this
dirty parquet
Nothing more...nothing more...
"I love you," I whisper quietly
all I have is this
dirty parquet
Nothing more

I hold on
to both ends
so I wouldn't burst
I must round up myself into a pile
they torture
I disclosed
I lied,
but confessed
sorry

A severed head is full of sound
I have to beat a fist into the head
the fist is readied
antidote, quickly
are my limbs the full extent of my cognition?

Description
so, we decided with ~Irviseppo23 to make a 'trade', where we throw eachother a song, and we must draw something related to it and so on.
she gave me this song [link]

(and character belongs to her, no touchie)

My psyche is in pieces
I'm falling to pieces onto the floor
the situation is not under my control
a streak of cartilage and teeth are shed onto the floor
trickling chips of bone, gum,
secretions, pieces of scalp
bad odours spread to the apartment
But nobody hears
what is happening behind the drawn curtain
My psyche is in pieces on the floor

I rupture like a wall of flesh
kilos, litres splatter on walls and heaters,
down the thighs onto the sheet
bruises, memoirs...
I am alone and
before an earthly end

No! No! No! No!

"Love me," I whisper quietly
because all I have is this
dirty parquet
Nothing more...nothing more...
"I love you," I whisper quietly
all I have is this
dirty parquet
Nothing more

I hold on
to both ends
so I wouldn't burst
I must round up myself into a pile
they torture
I disclosed
I lied,
but confessed
sorry

A severed head is full of sound
I have to beat a fist into the head
the fist is readied
antidote, quickly
are my limbs the full extent of my cognition?