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Never Gaining Light
The moonlight may shine on me, making me glow; but then you just see what light really can show.
The light only allows you to see through the night and see my darkest shadows; the things I've kept hidden shall expose.
The things you will see, will not be of any beauty; if you do see, then I have failed my duty.
My wings, once pure and white and flawless; now dirtied and black and torn, resulting from constant solace.
The darkest of the night resembles the new tint of black on my wings; the pain (of which I now welcome with a demonic grin), that it brings.
The scene that is too gruesome to tell; where I killed for blood and finally became the angel that fell.
The battle that I fight has bloodied my soul almost to point of lethality; my own blood that stains my wings and still flows in streams from continuous internal brutality.
The only color on my wings is from the dark purple tint; caused by my inescapable evil thoughts and negative stint.
The one lone star in the sky; shows the true light I used to have, it's a painful reminder of my living lie.
The only warmth is from my -almost- never ending tears; because I have failed the one that I still love, and the one who ever actually shows he cares.
This one that I cry over the loss of is a rogue angel; who always tried to take away whatever was painful.
I couldn't fight it anymore, I couldn't stay in flight anymore; I finally fell from flight, and was called fallen and I was done for.
He couldn't save me from my fate; I failed him and when I critically hit the ground with broken wings, already damaged, I had begun to blate.
My reminder of my failure and overtaking darkness had come to stay, and I now leave a bloodied trail; left by limp dragging wings and tail.
My heart continues to forever yearn; for my rogue angel even if he may never return, for I am an idiot that can never really learn.
My lonely howls echo back; my calls for him never come just like my nonexistent pack.
I travel as the lone fallen angel, for the lone rogue angel does not know that I'm fallen and lost; I can't find my way for I am without any form of accost.
So, I will forever howl, yearn, and drag my broken self until I fall again; this time, forever and permanently freed from my eternal pain.
I am the lone wolf. The fallen angel, never to take flight; the wolf who finally succumbed from losing the fight. I am never gaining light.
The light only allows you to see through the night and see my darkest shadows; the things I've kept hidden shall expose.
The things you will see, will not be of any beauty; if you do see, then I have failed my duty.
My wings, once pure and white and flawless; now dirtied and black and torn, resulting from constant solace.
The darkest of the night resembles the new tint of black on my wings; the pain (of which I now welcome with a demonic grin), that it brings.
The scene that is too gruesome to tell; where I killed for blood and finally became the angel that fell.
The battle that I fight has bloodied my soul almost to point of lethality; my own blood that stains my wings and still flows in streams from continuous internal brutality.
The only color on my wings is from the dark purple tint; caused by my inescapable evil thoughts and negative stint.
The one lone star in the sky; shows the true light I used to have, it's a painful reminder of my living lie.
The only warmth is from my -almost- never ending tears; because I have failed the one that I still love, and the one who ever actually shows he cares.
This one that I cry over the loss of is a rogue angel; who always tried to take away whatever was painful.
I couldn't fight it anymore, I couldn't stay in flight anymore; I finally fell from flight, and was called fallen and I was done for.
He couldn't save me from my fate; I failed him and when I critically hit the ground with broken wings, already damaged, I had begun to blate.
My reminder of my failure and overtaking darkness had come to stay, and I now leave a bloodied trail; left by limp dragging wings and tail.
My heart continues to forever yearn; for my rogue angel even if he may never return, for I am an idiot that can never really learn.
My lonely howls echo back; my calls for him never come just like my nonexistent pack.
I travel as the lone fallen angel, for the lone rogue angel does not know that I'm fallen and lost; I can't find my way for I am without any form of accost.
So, I will forever howl, yearn, and drag my broken self until I fall again; this time, forever and permanently freed from my eternal pain.
I am the lone wolf. The fallen angel, never to take flight; the wolf who finally succumbed from losing the fight. I am never gaining light.
