Architect Of Demise

A gust of wind flows straight through him. Overlooking a sharp edge, Below, Chalk white cliffs where memories once lingered calling him back..

..Gently becoming unaware..

His brittle existance emulates through his weak mental stature, a shadow in a darkened reality. Bent and broken, lost and never found.

..One more step. Numbingly intrigued by flight as one foot follows the other. Soaring through an empty atmosphere, time slows.

..No flashbacks..

The earth welcomes his impact as another heartbeat begins to fade and another body is left for a lovingly oblivious family to identify.

Sculpting his own demise. This infliction was not meant for anyone..

Selfishness, the architect of demise.