finish of most recent WIP.

Image is very loosely based on an interpretation of the MCR song, Early Sunsets over Monroeville

the image popped in my head during the last verse and chorus of the song.

sorry for the crappy image quality here. my scanner is still on the fritz. also, i hate the guy with the gun's face. he looks like a chick. arrrgh. other than that, i love this picture and am super uber proud of it.

Media: Zig Pens, Fabrer-Castell pens, prismacolor marker, Pigmented india ink

let it also be known this is the first time EVER that i have worked with india ink in a pigment other than black. i like the moon here.a whole lot. But because i have an improper eraser, you can still see pencil lines. **beats head on desk** i'm an idiot. however, i lovelovelove the silhoutte. her curls are more my style, while the rest of the picture is defintely not. (if you've glanced at my WIP collage, you'll notice this.)

Lyrics:
Late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favorite scenes
Then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen
And the whole time while always giving
Counting your face among the living

Up and down escalators, pennies and colder fountains
Elevators and half price sales, trapped in by all these mountains
Running away and hiding with you
I never thought they'd get me here
Not knowing you'd change from just one bite
I fought them all off just to hold you close and tight

But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
But would anything matter if you're already dead?
And should I be shocked now, by the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...

But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
And would anything matter if you're already dead?
And now should I be shocked, by the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...
When in saying you loved me,
Made things harder at best,
And these words changing nothing
As your body remains,
And there's no room in this hell,
There's no room in the next,
And our memories defeat us,
And I'll end this direst.

But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
But does anything matter, if you're already dead?
And should I be shocked now, by the last thing you said?
Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...
And in saying you loved me,
Made things harder at best,
And these words changing nothing
As your body remains,
And there's no room in this hell,
There's no room in the next,
But does anyone notice, theres a corpse in this bed

Lyrics by My Chemical Romance