I remember as a kid, I would look up at the sky and just know someone was watching over me. The blackness of it all was like a blanket covering the Earth - shielding it, protecting it as best it could. But what to us seemed to be an armor was nothing more than a worn out rug to the heavens.
The stars were like little peep holes the angels would look out into whenever we called, and if urgent enough , those angles would slip down from the heavens and stand by our side as a guardian.
But other things would seep into the world too. Things much darker than the night sky and after my first glimpse at these horrible creatures - and the creator of them all - I realized nothing was watching over me.
I wasn't meant for good, the evil ones had taken my soul long ago and I would forever belong to them.
But I was strong and I didn't intend for anyone to know about the rage or loneliness that had built its own home inside the empty place my soul had once been. No one was allowed to see the contents of what had created a wall over my heart. And above all else - no one was allowed to get inside.
But with one slip of the emotion, all that changed. That wall got cracked and just as the stars were pin points for the angels, the holes in my heart were targets for a man.
My entire life had been built on an edge, and over this edge were the dark, murky waters of hell. Throughout all my days and endless nights I would hear the souls calling out to me - begging me, "Please, help us!"
And when The Creator built me a bridge, I had no other choice but to cross. There I stood for years to come as I beckoned the doomed souls of others to follow. My beauty was what hypnotized them into thinking I was an angel sent out to heal their scars when in truth, I was only going to pour salt on their wounds.
But you see, this man, on his own free will, walked across that bridge. The Creator had asked me many times before to take this mans soul, but for unknown reasons I had never been able to do so. The man, with his brightly lit emerald eyes, had told me to come back with him where it would be safe, but I wasn't strong enough to leave just yet. Long ago I had given up hope that one day someone could care about me, but looking into those eyes told me it might be time to believe otherwise.
And so hesitantly I followed him back over where he built me a rail so that I would never be temped to cross again - or worse, jump.
But The Creator would never give up until he got the one thing he had desired since the dawn of time - the soul of the fool who dared to love me.
And so I left, for this man would never now any other love if I were to stay. You may think of my departure as heroic, but in truth my reasons were dripping with my own selfishness - I couldn't stand the thought of anyone owning the mans soul except for me….
And so now I find myself walking down these lonely streets with my scars and the bottomless pit my heart had once occupied, while the stars are nothing more than a painful reminder that the world would be watched over, while I was the one to be stopped.
The winter heres cold, and bitter
Its chilled us to the bone
We havent seen the sun for weeks
To long too far from home
I feel just like Im sinking
And I claw for solid ground
Im pulled down by the undertow
I never thought I could feel so low
Oh darkness I feel like letting go
If all of the strength and all of the courage
Come and lift me from this place
I know I could love you much better than this
Full of grace
Full of grace
My love
So its better this way, I said
Having seen this place before
Where everything we said and did
Hurts us all the more
Its just that we stayed, too long
In the same old sickly skin
Im pulled down by the undertow
I never thought I could feel so low
Oh darkness I feel like letting go
If all of the strength
And all of the courage
Come and lift me from this place
I know I could love you much better than this
Full of grace
Full of grace
My love
This is like the "Prologue" of the series I will be writing, so make my day and review!!!!!!! Come one.....you know you want to!.....