an image of Harrowhark Nonagesimus, forlorn and ragged in a half-done up hospital gown with a sheet draped over her head, falling over one shoulder. her face is painted in a skull using daubed-on blood, and the gown  and sheet are stained with it as well. She is in a position of prayer, and between her clasped hands is a lobotomy pick, pointed between her eyes. behind her, an impression of reddish pink blood splashes, fading into a red-pink mist of River water. extending from this are nine ghostly arms, resting softly on her back while one gently touches her jaw. two of these hands have wedding rings, one is frail, two have on several bracelets, and the one on her jaw is scarred.ALT

and i’ll hide everything in my head

and forget everyone that i’ve met

and i’ll never be open again

oh, how good it must feel

to not love anything