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| Dear Angel... How many I dare start a letter as important as this...and You may ask why I write it now. I know not, It was in moments I relises what this world means to me, or was it the Hemlock laced in my drink that has twisted my reality, so Bleek. What has brought this night to be....So dark. Deaths Kiss has fallen onto my lips and I still Breath. People say death is the end of one existance and the Begining of another, I would have to say Death is just another way to prove nothing Exists, that Ultimate we are alone. With all the evil Torement that this Life time has given us; There are people like you. Invisable wings, that let you soar...and people like me, Black and Shattered and we can still rise frokm the mortal grounds and take to the sky, for moments apon broken wings we can see the heights that everyone struggles for in life. Its Damnation that wer know now what we are missing- Like your kiss. Something beheld and that only in moments we may touch- That it will never be an existance. Dreams cascade over me like a water fall, an impassible wall that i may look though and see some illusion of the real world. Herlock does bring everlasting dreams...Like a falling star that has awoken in me. Like the dreams that have fallen around the world, in dainty lights. The world is alit in so much flame, so much brilliance. Dreams are apart of this Reality, and also a Part of what makes reality Fray. As I the Sever in Reality, the Cause of an endless Flaw that has adorned people with the kiss imagination. Do my wrodls even help....does my voice even save...What if I no longer Existed. Would my Aura alone save you...Would the Knowledge that I over look you...that I am a Fallen Angel; a Man who Guards you from all he can in his cascade existance. Kept warm by Candle light that now flickers over him, and Makes Phantom dance apon his face...Alone in the world with th reflection of flame apon a tears. Dreams awaken demons, These demons are apart of me. They have Made me, Formed me, Molded me. Humanity has been...How can I say this...Cruel to me- For I am deserving of its scorn. Why you ask now, I send this, with nothing more than a rose and a kiss. Moments without you, are my shattered existance, that everyone in the wake of my left, has droped my heart, like a Crystal...Shattered, Over and Over. Now the Shards shread my hands as I attempt tp pick up the daintyest of peices, and still in the lost shards- I see your reflection. Dreams are Memories in laspse, that may one day come true, and life in all its forlorn cruelity as brought about dreams of you. Memories of some lost existance that I may never touch...Memories of a Last life, where only emotions are repersentative of things long pasted between us. Or...Is it the Promise...Some Silent Hope that I may one day wake into your arms, that one day I may fall helpless down into you, and know only the tenderness that has been embarked apon me in solitude. What more has the world to give, a Rose and a Kiss... A Promise that may never be. SMall Shards of the heart that sever the flesh, and draw blood to the world...Or just- Hope. Sunkissed dawn of azure brilliance, the night in twilight where violetn and red dance apon the sky...Where ribbons of light sway and twist abour clouds and astral bodies. Is this the Sky that we seen together, or the reflection of the same when i seen it in your eyes. A glance unwaving...a Existance that has no flaw...a Kiss thats everlasting, and a Crystal heart. Why ask all things of me, Why ask the World of me...Why ask a Kiss from me...Why ask a World in my arms- ? |
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