• My life is nothing but a moving picture. Moving images of things. Of people. Of everything. Time and again I find myself asking if any of this means anything. If my

    actions have consequences on a later basis. I want to know whats beyond the horizon. I want to know the worlds secrets. I want to know why my heart is a toy to so many.

    Why is my life just a joke?

    The answer has always been the same. Because Im not important. Im not a saint or a god. Im the sinful Angel. Too right for this world, not right enough for the next. My

    world exists becuase every other world is not meant for me. I must find a world that accepts me. A world that will take me in and tell me that it has been waiting for

    me. That it has missed me. Why cant I find this world? There are millions of other worlds but none for me? Why does it hide like this? Am I not worthy to find it yet?

    Or am I just looking too hard...

    I can no longer live this lie. My world has been decimated. It has been destroyed and shattered like everything else I hold dear. My world was all that I had left.

    Cruel fate has stretched out its inglorious hand and stolen everything from me. I have no light. I have life. I have no soul. Im just the wandering angel. Im just a

    shadow in the eyes of man. Cast out of my world I no longer belong here. Where can I go...what can I do? Where can I go with no sanctuary in life?

    What can one do when his world is gone?