A Moodboard For @marshgremlin. Happy Birthday!

a moodboard for @marshgremlin. happy birthday!

Woaj

home? or just a another house?

mimic loves you, stay safe.

Went wild and drew this in like a day and a half XD But, thought it was time to make a Gravity Falls poster! I particularly loved drawing paper jam Dipper, haha!

We rise each day, trapped in the frame

Of this prison we cannot name,

Where the walls are made of fear and pain,

Where every step feels like a refrain.

We call it home, but it's not that at all—

It’s a room, a tomb, a suffocating hall,

Where shadows creep, where silence screams,

And where we are shackled by our own dreams.

The clock ticks on, the hours melt,

But no comfort in this time is felt.

Our body aches, our muscles groan,

Yet in this house, we stand alone.

We dream of escape, of breaking free,

But the chains of fear won’t let us be.

The ones we love, the ones we dread,

Are the same faces that fill us with dread.

Oh, how we crave to leave it behind,

This torturous life, this twisted mind.

But where would we go? What would we do?

Without a path, without a clue?

The outside world is just as bleak,

It offers no solace, no hope to seek.

We’ve seen the truth, the endless fight,

Of people suffering out of sight.

So we stay still, within these walls,

Listening to the dark, familiar calls.

The music we play is drenched in woe,

It echoes the life we’ve come to know.

We reach out, but our hands fall flat,

For we have no one to hold us back.

The friends we've lost, the trust we've lacked,

It all comes crashing, an endless fact.

Sometimes we wish to cease to exist,

But even that thought, a deadly twist,

For we fear death, as we fear life,

Caught between this ceaseless strife.

What is the answer? We do not know,

As the years keep passing, fast and slow.

Our body weakens, our mind erodes,

Carrying the weight of these heavy loads.

But still, we write, we try to sing,

Hoping that one day, something will bring

A glimmer of light to this darkened space,

To help us survive in this endless race.

Our heart is heavy, our voice is faint,

We are neither sinner nor saint.

Just someone trying, trying to be

Something more than this misery.

So eat our flesh, devour our pain,

Let us feel something other than shame.

For love, they say, is what we need—

But love, we know, does not always lead.

It’s compassion we seek, it’s empathy we crave,

To pull us out of this endless grave.

A place where we can finally breathe,

Where we can live, not merely seethe.

Yet here we stay, in this hollowed room,

Our life unfolding in a quiet gloom.

But maybe, just maybe, one day we'll see

The path that leads us to finally be free.