Tired of Me
And I'm,
so tired of me,
withered and unclean.
I'm too blind to see,
shit that is me
And you're
so tired of me.
I'm too blind to see.
You don't need me.
My idle absentee
And I'm so tired of me,
withered and unclean.
I'm too blind to see,
this shit that is me.
And I'm so tired of me,
withered and unclean.
And I'm too blind to see,
shit that is me
-jesu - Tired of Me-
This is a few months old, but it look like I forgot to upload it, so I do it right now. It's one of my fav picture I took. Simple yet powerful. Melancholic yet beautiful. Don't forget to read the lyrics and to listen to the song to get the whole atmosphere of the piece.
Comments
Yulan Says:
I can't really see the connection between shot and poem, but I like the picture very much. It has a very deep atmosphere, cold and dark and even a bit creepy... but its also very beautiful...
Phayd2dark Says:
my favourite part is the contrast between the darkest greys and the brightest white
Morco Says:
wow great shot! the contrast is amazing!
PuriNoxEiri Says:
I so many mixed feelings about this. Liek a cold memory or something. idk. I rly like the feeling of it though =D
PinkNeko Says:
I like that the light looks like it's coming from below going up and the contrast is amazing with this picture. Wonderful Job
ReluctantApparition Says:
weighed down by the worrows of the ages,
this shot stikes solidly, yet sutbly.
I aprove.