She got me praying all hours of the night, say she want my heart, She pulling me to the river, drawing me with her siren's call, Done gave her my heart but now she wants my soul, Well I already sold it to the man in red, "Fell in love with your charm," but its a curse; cos am dead, Girl you're not who you say, bad girl they say you are Innocence isn't where am at, wear your crucifix bae Don't make me out all serious bonnie, slave to this bad religion, Unrequited love, praying at my shrine, cos I don't have a heart Like a dead man walking, I lay at your side, Make sure you're alright in my world, atleast that for you girl,

I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul

I like reblogging that comic every so often so I can go back and read the tags people put on it. It gets interpreted in so many different ways, and the thing is, none of them are incorrect. There’s no right way to read it. When I first drew it, it literally was based on a scary dream I had and I thought it’d be a neat horror comic. Then I started learning to realize and identify my own feelings on anxiety and depression, and I realized I’d made something with a deeper meaning than I’d intended, but still needed to express. I’m still struggling with depression, with feeling like I’m invisible but like…. it’s not worth drawing attention to, or I’m selfish for feeling like this, so it’s just easier to distance myself.

so, anyway, yeah. I’m glad so many other people enjoy Marked and got whatever message they needed to from it. /gently smooches all of you precious chicken nuggets/