The lie of Malevolence

Captivated by the moonlight I stutter to find the right words, and looking upon angelic eyes my soul breaks. And the angles cry as my broken wings hang motionless on my back. The shadows under my eyes tell a story of loss and betrayal. The ivy wines its way across my body as so I too twist as one. And encased by this feeling I grow anxious and run for better pastimes, the closer I get to the light the more the demon in me takes over and glowing in a deadly aura I cry for forgiveness. The insects are looking for the past and in an instant they learn to fly. Open to the influence of others I fall down again, how can I get back up? How can I fight again? I have been ripped from limb to limb in a bloody battle of death, and no one will save me. My soul has taken flight and so I feel empty, lost, battled and confused. I run to the light, the light under the door but it is locked. Scream a cold word and turn the other way, the fallen angles are asking me to join them, will I? And again I clime the stairs to reach the stars, but they never existed. All but an illusion. The pessimists are calling, telling me I will fall, and so I do, and strewn across the floor I lay motionless, writhing with coldness. Omnipotence save me. They tried to amend my story, tried to twist me, I wish animosity against them, but I will show forgiveness towards them, in this undying story of hope.