DEATHWISH

A desolate valley of broken memories 

is the final place where minds drift...

this is when body separates from brain

like two complete strangers...

It's been a very long and grueling journey

I've come to realise and yet different 

in so many ways for any of us.

Now I find myself standing still

saving my breath,

moving slowly just to spare my heart...

everything around this nowhere land indicates time has come to an end.

My ability to spread my wings and take off seems to have abandoned me, and I can't feel my wings on my back, like I used to, anymore.

Wish my inside blows and eclipse this entire world...

Nothing desirable here...

Assuming this hollowed land is an actual place.

I've been falling for so many years that I really forgot how to be a human being...

and now it looks like an airport terminal here...

All that's left with me is a bunch of ruined recollections...

All I got now is my reflection

whispering to dust

and I hear useless echoes coming back at me...

Sentimental and careless at the same time...

Empty spaces

tearing me apart

as I felt

my wings belong to dark

they're dragging me away.

Thoughts of death will keep me awake...

dissolve all my fears for the day to come.

                                                               Evan

Deathwish - (The Angel,The Skull & The Heart) drawing sketch on paper and digital colours. Evan Ottavian 2012