What Am I
I bury myself in the sky where I feel love from stars. Where I feast off the flesh of angels and drink the blood of a virgin, and breath the innocence of a child feeling the purity of hate and anger. Stabbing myself with your thoughts, killing me softly with your words. Hearing havoc through silence. Wondering about the wonders of others. Am I transpaerent???Why does no one see me, yet I can see all as if I was a god. Do i think so differently that I can not call myself a human being? Do I not eat as you do? Yet it is food that you eat, and it is life which I eat. Yes I feed off the lives of the innocent ones eating myself yet???
I lay me down to rest on my death bed on the dark clouds people call condensation. For it could soon begin to rain with my purity. Pang is forever. With me it shall never die unlike my radiant smile. Am I an angel with broken wings that flies underneath the earth. Will I ever again be able to regain the things rgar I have lost: my sanity.. will I ever end??? Or will this dark pain last forever??
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