I will submit to the silence of these walls as it feeds upon my marrow. Light escapes through the dust while submerging me in the cold shade of immutable seclusion, and I die a little more in the nights cruel shame. There is no world to watch from this injured spire, so I wait with only the aching residue of my hushed cries to alleviate pained dreams. Desire has long since perished and fallen from hollow eyes, taking with it the blood of my spine. And as the pillar of hope disintegrates underneath pallid skin, I hang my broken reflection to meet my fate; fading behind visibility.
Dedicated to Dorota
Hauntingly beautiful. Thank you.
A wonderful creation and very beutiful. Congrats.
The image alone uncovers an abyss. Despair is strangely captivating here.
So full of pathos. Gorgeus work!
Beautiful work! Congratulations..
A profesional work, very good , should be in a daily deviation !