The starving scavenger scouting for a morbid meal, eyebags corroded due to the blood of past transgressions. The psychic sight lessens clouded in the new day, slowly fading away as patience runs out as well. Nevertheless, the truth stays where it has always been, the patience of a man only shows completely when he has no other option. Addicted to the light you showed me. This inexplicable bond is tied by ties that will never be broken and even if they could be, I would never allow it.
The absolute reality remains hidden, a virtual concept of livelihood challenges the individual perception of each mind, all trapped in the caves of reflection that protrude hallucinogenic influence in the plastic planes of mischief and treachery.
I got close to the angels with dirty faces, begging them to make me see you. I threw myself at their feet, impetrating for another chance to see you smile again, for my life knows no purpose if I can not share my success with your soul. I tried everything, left every channel of expedient communication open, wondering if there is even the slightest chance that one of them may be of use. The world is open for a broken child that lives in sorrow caused by entitled foolishness and unprecedented recklessness. Demeaningly rejected by the winged bastards I was left packed with illness and malady, vomiting despair while breathing agony. Maybe that would have been a way to see you again.
Heaven in tiny bags, paradise on weighing scales. How could the wrongdoings balance so unjustly and so fast? How could a mistake weigh more than all the love you gave? Remember when my brother left, he used to say he was unbeatable but in his dauntless ways the forty made him weak in a leap of the head.
Differing from him you did nothing wrong and I curse every holiday in which I used to hear you sing your song, knowing my apology is just dumb, unequivocally speaking if there was something I could do it would already be done. Flooded by torment, once again I went beseeching at the will of the angels with broken wings, imploring for them to take me to your high place, feels like the only way of pleasing this man-eating void that destroys my power of will or my will to live, will I ever leave this wicked place and see you be?
Lowering my standards, I limited myself to asking about your well-being, but their ways still made fun of me or thought I still am selfish as I used to be because such an individual flight took me nowhere other than paranoid sickness and a plane of broken dreams. Intoxicated by despondency, my insides constantly try to leave my body, yet I remain here, reflecting on my weakness I had discarded every other option. I understood that just like my city was nothing like yours, the angels that made me miserable differ from the ones that took you away from me.
I had not noticed until now due to the deafening sirens that muffled your song. The thought of it still runs around in my head daily. The spilling wine that soaked my hands then came the sirens and lights. Lastly, the frightful shudder petrifies me as I remember the feel of your body turning cold.
Angels on their way, now you rest where they lay.
I am so sorry for doing you wrong and aware that if our actions are bound to any kind of judgement I will never see you again. Regretting I started trying after losing your presence, I still do everything I can, even if there is no room for vindication anymore.
Following my farewell, I extend my biggest apology. Never thought I could do something so wrong. Now your path is done and it is all my fault. Knowing my pain will never fade away, I will drink my way to your new skies just like my metal prill flew you to the stars by the hand of winged bodyguards.
I will never forgive myself, yet I hope you do. š
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