Hurts-Inside

This afternoon I worked on a figure I made a long time ago named Hurts-Inside.  The poem is a deeply personal one for a long time ago.  Suffice to say, every piece of equipment and ever scar on Hurtie represents something from 'that' day.  Anyway, like all cast members, Hurtsie gets changed every so often...

Heres how she started:

 

 

Over the years, she's gained hair (after a fashion), and numerous paint tweaks.  Recently came the biggest upgrade yet, with new equipment, customisation and an eye repaint.  Here's the poem:

 

 

 

A coxcomb for my lovely
 her happiest day alive
 snuff the candle in the evening,
 she would struggle to survive

 

The whiteness of her heart,
 A death's head turning black
 The foxes hanging by the necks
 along the sodden track

 

O come ye demons sing
 hide not the bitter heart
 and wait until the sun is up
 to tear my soul apart

 

The wretched storms begin,
 and into the abyss
 the happy day is ruined
 and I shall not feel his kiss

 

How fleeting is a moment
 to turn life out and in
 yet there is no plan, or scheme to see
 or witness deadly sin

 

I sit, all blood and bone, diseased
 Dying ever thus
 I should just sit and wait my time
 be quiet and without fuss

 

So cherish ever moment
 For life will surely turn
 Without a second glance back
 and in the fires burn

 

 

 

And this is how Hurts Inside looks today: