Melancolia

Estava um bocado para o Gloomy quando desenhei isto, foi uma forma de expressar o estado de espirito naquele exacto momento. Baseei-me um pouco na música "Down in a Hole" dos Alice in Chains e a ideia até teve "pano para mangas":

"Down in a hole and I don't know if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it like a grave
You don't understand who they
Thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now a man
Who wont let himself be

Down in a hole, feelin so small
Down in a hole, losin my soul
Id like to fly,
But my wings have been so denied"

Alice in Chains

Snuggling you inside a heart-shaped box

Tenth journal entry:

Your golden eyes are the twilight that is now slowly developing, I still believe that the deepest hopes exist in metaphysics. And i want to believe that such dimension exists, I know there is. My soul witnessed a painful eclipse, the rain of the visceral skin, a twilight that only existed in Mars. Will I ever drink that bloody juice of yours? Will I snug you inside a Heart-shaped box? Will a river be born? My mind needs a fuckin twist,it would be sweet sometimes. Hanging the disbelief is something that keeps me truly alive. The moon is once again, lighting sweetly my head and mind as I write a journal entry on the darkest pages.

Mind Elvenpath

The Dreamful Twilight that was swallowed by Eclipse

The ninth journal entry:

It was a choking bombshell that was dancing in my stomach. The day that your skin was raining, I knew it was the last time I would smell such wonder. I felt a lighthole developing in the sky, my cold and quiet heart full of love and hatred was watching the beauty of the world being swallowed by that hole. I could´nt avoid to feel deep sadness, tears were falling, it was hard to admit such emotional destruction. The river that ran over this twilight, I dreamt one day and I´ve promised myself to bathe myself in these waters, but now is time to feel the the spits of dreadful ice falling from a grey sky. I´ve reached to a conclusion, this is not the right path, this twlight has finally reached oblivion. Will other rivers born in this arid environment? I have to meet my other essences, and discover their possible or impossible existence. We shall meet in the metaphysics, this forgotten river shall be summoned in pleasureful dimensions.

Mind Elvenpath