Broken road

Words of a fallen Angel

She sits alone, distant watching far off. As others of her class and under her class takes part of flight, leaving her behind to decompose into absolute nothing. Her wings are broken she cannot take part of flight.

Crying how could this be? She was destined for great acts, greater than saint Michael damning Lucifer in the depths of hell. She was going to be worthy... bring exaltation to her name... not shame... she lost it all because of one voice... his.

Angel of death. Deception in his voice, but masks very well as if it could be truth spilling from his corrupted lips... touch that seems so authentic, yet it was a fatal toxin slowly eating devouring her softly. He smells of the Lost souls that lay with him, touch him, depends on him, the foul scent grew onto him... fitted him well...

Darkness fills his eyes, that smirk upon his lavish lips as if he was a mortal man. He drains me making me so vulnerable... dependent of his constant thirst, urged to prey from me. He had taken my light, glory... made me as bloodless damned as he is.

Laying there on the hard, cold ground. Where he had left me to die soulless, alone... suppression of my emotions leading me to my depression... growing inside me taking form a new line of life inside me. Moral thoughts fills within, but the thought of shedding blood as tears seems better. Anything to numb the pain... or to bring him back to me... only me.

All the demons crept, locked inside making you weak with insanity. Eating inside out, killing you softly, making you fragile like, yet you try to fight it... everyday you fight a little less and less... hopeless seemly...

It's like a virus, parasite living inside, hosting, feeding it. Nothing shall work to fill, satisfy its desire. As if it is a game to the parasite harvesting inside, toying with me..

Gasps for air, you tried again... this time by water. The water filled ya lungs yet you have in just in time... never works it's like hell doesn't even want to accept you. It wants you to suffer in agony as if it entertainment for the devil himself. After a while you should give up, yet it drives you to try harder and harder...

No one will help you on your journey, truly help you. You will struggle to stand, walk, even speaking will be an issue. All alone... it's your hell to carry. Yours alone. As you tittle into the depths of despair and rues, I guide you to a safe haven to breath. As you crawl and stumble I shall be there to help you stand again. As time and wear puncture your child-like skin, you gained a tougher coat.

Endure it all, you do. When you lay your head down to sleep, what is there waiting you? This journey is endless,no escape... but you can distract it, short term indeed. But like I said a breath of air is all you need to bare some more. I know because I am breathing now...