I'm falling.
Being thrown out of the universe, into the black chasm. I am no longer wanted, nor needed on any of the worlds. The people there stare, just to show that they think that they are better than me. The children make comments, because they know no better. Even the animals chase me away. I am met with hard eyes everywhere I turn and I know peace and no freedom
I don't know where it all went wrong. When I became the outcast. The man without a home. The lonely god.
I'm falling.
No one steps forward. No one bothers, they just stare at me. Lying on the ground, shivering. No concern is shown on their faces, no love or compassion in their hearts. These people who I called friends have turned against me and I don't know what to do. I can't go back. Not now, not after everything I did. Not after I burnt everything, killed everyone.
I'm alone on the edge of space, forever drifting because there's no where else to go. Forever crying, because there's nothing else to do. And forever sighing for the people I called friend.
I'm falling.
I pray each day. I clasp my hands and pray to all the gods that have ever been for my salvation, my rescue from despair. But no one ever comes. No one that'll ever be like her.
No one who'll wash away the pain with a smile, or a flick of the head in such an easy way and no one who can get me so happy I forget where I am.
No one like My Rose.
Help me, I'm falling.