I look back on my life, and I ask myself why?
I ask why I was deprived of so many things?
of why my father was a demon...
of why I never belonged
why I always had to be alone
to be the child who sat alone on the swing
and watched the others play around
having the time of there life
without a care in the world...
I don't understand it...
why the people
who always do what's right
do what's good for everyone
are the ones who have to suffer
when there alone
to allow the darkness to come around them
I look back at my life and I don't understand
why my own blood treats me like dirt
why I argue with the people close to me
why I let life get to me
why the darkness surrounds
in the daylight, whenever no one is around
So I ask again, why?
Why when the light was so close, why did it have to vanish?
Tear away from me, as a bird being deprived of it's wings.
A angel falls to the ground, away from heaven, and into hell.
The light can look happy to some.
and when they aren't around, shift to darkness.
so I ask you...master of the angels..
Why?
Hey guys, i'm sorry if this upsets anyone, but I write when i'm upset, it helps me feel better
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