An Artists Wish. (A Tragedy Lost)

Gray walls surround me. Echoes of Voices in my head. Throbbing pain 
shoots through my entire body as I lay there. I embrace the cold floor of my small cell I call a home. The past. Flashes of people. People that wanted me to have the life I always wanted. The same ones that dragged me here because they would've haunted me for the rest of my life.

My love.

My loss.

Soon, my death.

My vison becomes blurred. My muscles begin to loosen. 
My eye lids begin to weigh, drifting slowly to cover up my sight, like a blanket. Until all that is left is blackness.

Silence.

I remember playing this part in my mind previously. Everything that I 
thought of this moment to be, had faded. Dissapointment floods through 
my viens.

This is it?

I've dragged my life to this moment.

No poetic irony.

Just black. I struggle to open my eyes. A brief succession. A 
bright, unbarring light shoots through. My breath starts to shiver. Im 
suddenly cold. Two heavy hands weigh down my shoulders. I give up 
struggling. Sleep takes over and settles well with my eyes. Feeling my 
slow breath passing in and out between my parted lips, the cold air 
stings the back of my throat. Slipping away. Another moment passes.

I..
sink..
deeper...
into..
the.. .
dark.

Author's Note

Criticism should always be constructive. ;)