Can't take the silence that fills this room, Accusing silence, grasping white emptiness, that pulls me down. Just have to fill it, just have to break it's perfection, showing my flaws stark black against white. Can't take the silence that fills this room, Accusing silence, grasping white emptiness, that pulls me down. Won't let it take me, won't let it drag me down, into the silence. Well, I don't quite remember how this whole thing started, but I believe my friend began it with an argument about shattering silence. As she ranted over the Instant Messeging, I idly typed up the above poem. Just to head off any questions, I wasn't depressed over even upset, just merely bored. As I finished the poem, and my friend finished her rant, I was struck with a sudden burst of INSPIRATION. I sprinted across my house to grab my sketchbook, and rapidly sketched this fellow. Eventually, I inked and colored him with Photoshop Elements (yay for cheapness), and he is as you see him today. He doesn't have a name as of yet, so feel free to name him:) And that is a PAINT BRUSH in his hand and he is PAINTING with black paint. That is NOT a sword, or any other sort of weapon. It's a PAINT BRUSH! Got it? Good. And don't steal, it's illegal :P Poem by yours truly, so don't steal that either....Got it? Good.