Beginning to live a physical life...
As I will walk along these hallowed walls,
of the dirt ground,
the impure earth has been covered in.
Forced into rebirth,
living as an infant,
blind from the world,
until its true colors are exposed,
and will have to be endured,
for every ongoing second of my life.
Conveying unknown moods,
that are to never be seen...
Beseiged as most are driven by power,
coveting the darkness in their heart.
Alas,
I try to not mimic these moves...
For evil can be so sneaky,
so extremely deceptive...
I try to grasp this light within me,
as I am defiant to the wims of evil.
But this light is fading away,
as darkness overpowers the world.
Do what is good...
Never lose this hope...
Grasp this rare power,
the power to not succomb into hate...
I still wanted to believe,
that there is still good in this declining world.
Even though...
Trying to keep this light can damage me,
from the pain,
evil inflicts upon me.
Though,
I am just like them,
if I try to hold onto,
a fading light.
Killers everywhere...
Life stealers show no sorrow.
No mercy.
There can even be one,
inside of you,
as my time to live,
is slaughter to a mere,
little while.
Its destined to possess my life,
for the taking,
if there is no cure.
But it seems like,
this slayer is a savior...?
Expanding the light within me,
as I hold it for so long.
Maybe that is the pain itself,
the pain that will take me away,
as I track blood,
after every footstep.
My eyes,
are even weeping ruby tears.
...Though, yes.
There has been a lot of good,
in my life.
But as much evil to be opposed.
Loved by many people,
I've only seen in my worldly life.
I have cried tears of happiness and joy,
salted and clear,
as I wish my heart would stay as,
for it defines my belief that good is still alive,
but by a thread...
The light grows brighter...
As I shed blood,
and clear tears,
but tears of worry.
Until the light is fully visible.
My chest convulses,
as blood is spread out of my suffering heart.
...No more pain.
No more crimson tears.
My own body surviving without,
earthly human blood.
All aspects of darkness,
I am immune to.
Sprouting wings of grandeur,
to fly through the Heavens.
I have been given my wings again...
For the deed I had to live through,
is accomplished at long last,
but with such short time.
...But I won't be walking the earth again.
As the loved ones I know,
will mourn me.
I know I will see them again.
But as long as they live...
I can live in their dreams.
Hearts...
Minds...
And in their prayers,
as I hope to never be forgotten,
but to never have fresh tears shed over me.
For I have emerged out of my physical form.
To become my own soul.
...To be an angel again.
