Disregard the watermark. The email address no longer exists.

..this isn't going to go away. I'm not going to let it go away...I love the anger I'm getting from it..I'm bathing in it...oh don't worry....I'm a survivor, and even heroes eventually die. But I think I'm going to be the beater instead of the beaten. I'm not going to care, I'm going to be the asshole...sweet sweet rage....its so unbelievable. I did nothing to deserve this..there's not too much left of my heart...a dark Phoenix...the rebirth, and out of the ash comes the demon...the darkest of dark sides...and the darkness is so soothing...oh the sweet pain...I did say I'd risk Hell...and Hell I have found....casualty of caring...go. Spread the love.

See the scars? Wings rent away, a stab between the shoulders by a sharpest knife, the lash-marks from being beaten. Dark Phoenix rises.. and a dark dawn it is...

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Colored pencil on black construction paper. Not the easiest medium I've ever tried. I rather like how this came out.

Drawn for a friend. Not to comfort him.. I'm no good at that. More of a tribute to him..a welcome to the world for his new self, his dark phoenix. The words above come from a conversation we had.