I don't know much about your life beyond these walls,
The fleeting sense of love beyond these god-forsaken halls.
I can hear it in his voice in every call.
This girl who slept one hundred years has something after all.

This is just a quick little sketch i pulled out during lunch.
Currently inspired by the song "Sad Machine" By Porter Robinson

http://youtu.be/HAIDqt2aUek

I will most likely ink and color this later on.