My Angel That Is Not My Own
By: xHinata-Chan01x
I feel the pain of suffering, of betrayals and of empty promises, as I struggle to stay above the temptations of this unstable existence.
I yearn for the wings that I had once held in contempt, to soar to the skies once more and see the world for the bright place it used to be, but now they are withered and crippled; a cruel comparison to my withering soul.
The chains of my captor pull and tug at my limbs, luring me father into its abyss with words of Comfort; of Sincerity. My shattered casket, that was once so Strong, so Confident and so beautiful, continued to weaken by its forever complicated spell. Its voice is slowly fading, deeper and deeper, and I can no longer understand it completely.
I ease myself lower-eager to feel its presence again and to hear its words of false comfort-to not be alone in my suffering.
I stray to far into its domain...
My crippled wings beat one last time as my pathetic defenses crumble, along with the dreams of my past and all the reasons I had been clinging on to so desperately. The strain and discomfort that had come with forcing the appendages to work, had disappeared.
The voice returned and I listened to the low and even drone-like tone, while falling freely into its cold arms.
It was there, as I was securely pressed against the bosom of my captor, when Its hands took hold of my handicapped limbs and tore them from my body.
It laughed loud as it watched me writhe in pain. My screams could not drown it out completely when it told me of its lies and of my foolish beliefs.
The darkness surrounded me while I lay, destroyed and beaten, on the soil of Despairs prison.
I hear a faint whisper in the wind, a familiar voice of the past.
This voice was gentle and kind. This voice, I knew, could utter no lies. I did not find Happiness in this place, and for that, I had been sent an Angel.
This was the voice of an Angel.
He told me of my reasons once more, of the people that depended on me, of the joys I had found in the life I once lived. He told me that I was needed, wanted, loved, and cared for.
It was selfish to shed tears of joy for his appearance and it was Selfishness that drove me to cry out my desires to him, begged him to see my wishes realized.
The Angel listened with hushed silence, as if distracted by a thought far more important than my escape.
The caress of his fingers against my back brought a warm feel of hope deep within my heart that swelled against my chest.
'Fly,' he commanded. 'Fly until you can fly no more.'
My new wings, black as bleak as place I inhabited, tainted by my contract with Despair, uncurled themselves and lifted me into the air.
The Angel was already far off in the distance, so I tried to call him back to me.
Would he not stay by my side?
My screaming grew desperate as I called his name, my new wings strained desperately to catch up to him.
'Fly,' he commanded again, but did not slow in his flight towards the clouds. His voice washed across the wind and carried my wings faster until I was trailing close behind him, but still far from reach.
The sun reflected off the white of his wings, while mine remained encased in their darkness.
The chains had not been broken; I was still tied to my captor, and my wings were drenched in the color of my sin. I knew now that its hold on me could never be relinquished, but I was content.
I would stay as I was at this moment; close behind him, but far enough so that I would remain unnoticed. Our worlds and our destines were separate, but we would entwine them as much as possible.
He is my Angel,
but he is not my own.