My angel falters
her tattered wings can't hold her up
i fall with her
into a deep pit
filled not with fire but with shame
magnified a thousand times
unspoken hate unreasoning fear
and all inside my heart that is truly dark
down and down and down
i remember why i fear the night
too close to this
deeper
an eternity of sorrow
i stop dreading the end of the fall
it doesn't matter
i do not dread the bottom
i'm already there
i'm so tired
i think my angel is dead.
January '01
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When this was on themestream. . . (filler! yay!)
"Oh, bloody hell. It doesn't meet the length requirements. I suppose that I shall just
have to babble incoherently for forty-seven more words, maybe about the natures of
light and dark and why is it that everyone seems to prefer the concept of light?
Light=truth, beauty, goodness, while dark=evil, ignorance, ugly stuff. Is it just
because, deep down inside, people are afraid of the dark? Fear is ugly, therefore
people identify what they fear with other ugly things. Right then."