Abandoned Angel
The world is a prison.
A prison made by god.
Here I am alone.
Separated from my kind,
I hope and pray each day,
That someone would come,
Someone with a pure heart,
So pure it will erase my pain.
The great pain that lay on my shoulders,
The pain and fear humans create.
A fear that kills the beholder.
I am left in an alley.
An alley filled with darkness.
I can see them.
The innocent souls of the departed.
They roam without a goal.
Wondering, never knowing.
Knowing when to stop.
I become fearful,
Fearful of what humans call death.
I keep thinking,
Thinking of what would become of me.
Will I change
Change so much that I can not recognize my own self.
