The Question #25 pg. 14

I'd spend my splash alone
I'm too insane at home
Lost in The Question there.
Like I was in a cell
A captured art that swells
Surrounded by despair.
Denys filled my soul
Losing all control.
Bloat on the streets he grows
Bright saintly lines of Jones.
The energy would rise
And through the deep I'd gaze
Still counting empty rage.
With fire in my lines
Cowan drew this hell
Can I break the Skells?

Holy shit, that's so cool. Like Quasimodo rampaging through the streets!

Perfect subject to get the Cowans treatment!  Gritty goodness from one of the best to do it.  Congrats!