Burden.
Being a burden. It hurts so much.
I sing softly in the dark.
Wondering why
Wondering how
Wondering if you’d ever be found.
If this is love,
then what is hate?
I watched your eyes turn red wih crying.
And saw your faith in love dissipate.
There was a trembling in your gaze but you rose and stood
All was lost
Because that one glint of heaven
That spark
Your eyes burned red with energy,
Your wings turned black
Your halo turned brown and shriveled up
Horns on your head
Tail flicking threateningly
Then you smiled.
I hear you sing softly
Maybe this is for the best
If my family hates me now
Let them pay
You summoned the forces of the
Dark
And flapped your wings
They used to be beautiful
Looking at your wings a tear
Slipped out
But it quickly disappeared
Hell’s fire too much to handle.
A fallen angel
Should feel no pain,
No emotion
Never belonging
One of the forgotten.
Fallen angels survive
Broken, torn
Ripped to shreds by both
Angels and devils
You cannot mourn
You cannot show fear of the strong
Hope is gone
Maybe the angels will win "forever"
Maybe devils will
Always on the island of
Forgotten souls.
Or the fallen will rise again
to see all of them lose
No more pain and no more anger
Only blind revenge.
Once an angel fell from the sky
No more love was given
Nothing there could be
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I’m afraid of being a burden, then being the source of pain for the people I love.
I’m afraid of exploding from the pressure one day, and then I can’t breathe.
I’m afraid that, I might hurt my loved ones and hell will break loose within my mind.
I’m afraid of what I am actually capable of.
I’m afraid to be hurt again.
I always thought that maybe, everyone would be better off if I didn’t exist. If I’d never met them.
I hate being the one that drags them down, the one that hurts them because I left.
I know that I am a bomb, for one thing.
I’m ready to explode, but I keep my temper in check.
I just. Want to minimalize the casualties in my emotional whirlwind.
Also. I’m afraid of death.
I don’t know. It’s contradicting.
Fears come out of nowhere, they come from experience and emotions.
I think the key is to live life straightforwardly. Don’t hesitate. Or you’re not going to able to do whatever you had planned for your life, and that would be a regret.
Life is too short to really have to fear, but it’s natural protection, I guess.