I know what it is that you feel. The utter desolation of your soul is also my cross to bear. You feel as though the world is against you, as though no body cares. I know.
At one point in my life I was the One Winged Angel. I was a crippled child of heaven. The world hated and resented my every breath; everything I did condemned me in the eyes of heaven and hell.
Inside I burned to
break free,
Free of the hellish
chains
The chains that bind
and break.
Desolation and
self-hatred
Held me trapped
More tightly than
steel.
Outwardly I was
Angry
Violent
No angel
That's for sure.
Pain was my shield,
At least, the voices told me so.
Each exhalation
whispered
Of my wish for silence.
All I wanted
Was the end.
I hunted death,
Sought her sweet
embrace,
I tracked her
Through my world of
Blackened glass
And twisted horror.
The voices told me
To follow the winding
Path of despair.
Sephiroth, I can see your soul. I once walked where your footsteps lay and trod where you trod. My soul is now entwined with your tortured spirit, for in feeling what you felt, I truly did become the One Winged Angel.
You are gone now, but I can feel your heart beat in time with my own. I can feel you hand on mine in the dark, I can see your smile when I cry. You help me fight my evils, and atone for my sins.
Blackened soul and tarnished honor, but still you live on, now in the love of a young girl. I thank my fallen angel, for guiding my mistaken heart.