Note From the Author:
Hey, this is my first fic. Feel free to send me any feedback. You can flame me i don't mind one bit. I just want a review. I'm kind of sick of everyone's biassed opinions. No one will give me a straight answer. I'm trusting you, the people, with this one. It's your world you rule it.
Now enough with my crap, let's get on with the fic ok? OK!! =)
CITY OF ANGELS:
REVOLUTION
(opening song: Greive)
* It was only one hour ago * it all seemed so different then * looks like it always did * this flesh and bone
I walk along the peir gazing at the almost melancholic sunrise. Sherbert orange, turqoise like cheap beads from the carnival, and violet like a changelings eyes, all intermingling producing a myriad of colors. Traipsing along the sands, their many facets creating their own multitude of color.
Luminescent waters wash upon the shore. Surf, sand, sun, feathers, the smell of lemons. How I wish to feel it. But it is the only thing, yet the most crucial object, i shall ever be denied.
A honeyed voice calls to me. I stand in the wind, unfeeling as a leper. I listen to the sultry voice, although it brings me no comfort, I feel as though I must do so.
'Kurama, I know the one thing you want, and it is the one and only thing I absolutely cannot give you.'
If I could cry, or knew how, I would. I'd blare out my own existence, just to let people know i was here. I existed. Though you can't see me. So is the fate of all angels. But I can't, or rather won't. Can't I feel, or won't I feel? And the complete and simple truth boils down to one thing, though i realize the truth is never simple, and hardly ever complete. I'm afraid. So far from being my usual sanguine self. Afraid to fall, afraid to feel. Afraid to live. So I remain, ironically, in the city of angels, Los Angeles.
Where rogue lucifer incarnates, or rather wanna be's, roam free in the streets. How cruel it is that in all this malice they conceive, we are trapped to watch and endure. They take for granted all they have, and only seek to destroy it. It seems one's own power is not measured by the kindness given, but only by their own destruction, and demise.
And so, we angels, or perhaps the ascended demons we should be called, walk among the blissfully ignorant. Humans. Though, we were never human at all. ******
More is on the way, I still have to proofread it. I think i use far to many adjectives. Oh well, that gives you a better picture of how I see it. This was the result of a Frappichino ( even though i'm fifteen) and watching City of Angels twice in one day.
Remember when you describe this i don't care what you say. I just want your honest opinion, and suggestions on how to make it better.
Hey, this is my first fic. Feel free to send me any feedback. You can flame me i don't mind one bit. I just want a review. I'm kind of sick of everyone's biassed opinions. No one will give me a straight answer. I'm trusting you, the people, with this one. It's your world you rule it.
Now enough with my crap, let's get on with the fic ok? OK!! =)
CITY OF ANGELS:
REVOLUTION
(opening song: Greive)
* It was only one hour ago * it all seemed so different then * looks like it always did * this flesh and bone
I walk along the peir gazing at the almost melancholic sunrise. Sherbert orange, turqoise like cheap beads from the carnival, and violet like a changelings eyes, all intermingling producing a myriad of colors. Traipsing along the sands, their many facets creating their own multitude of color.
Luminescent waters wash upon the shore. Surf, sand, sun, feathers, the smell of lemons. How I wish to feel it. But it is the only thing, yet the most crucial object, i shall ever be denied.
A honeyed voice calls to me. I stand in the wind, unfeeling as a leper. I listen to the sultry voice, although it brings me no comfort, I feel as though I must do so.
'Kurama, I know the one thing you want, and it is the one and only thing I absolutely cannot give you.'
If I could cry, or knew how, I would. I'd blare out my own existence, just to let people know i was here. I existed. Though you can't see me. So is the fate of all angels. But I can't, or rather won't. Can't I feel, or won't I feel? And the complete and simple truth boils down to one thing, though i realize the truth is never simple, and hardly ever complete. I'm afraid. So far from being my usual sanguine self. Afraid to fall, afraid to feel. Afraid to live. So I remain, ironically, in the city of angels, Los Angeles.
Where rogue lucifer incarnates, or rather wanna be's, roam free in the streets. How cruel it is that in all this malice they conceive, we are trapped to watch and endure. They take for granted all they have, and only seek to destroy it. It seems one's own power is not measured by the kindness given, but only by their own destruction, and demise.
And so, we angels, or perhaps the ascended demons we should be called, walk among the blissfully ignorant. Humans. Though, we were never human at all. ******
More is on the way, I still have to proofread it. I think i use far to many adjectives. Oh well, that gives you a better picture of how I see it. This was the result of a Frappichino ( even though i'm fifteen) and watching City of Angels twice in one day.
Remember when you describe this i don't care what you say. I just want your honest opinion, and suggestions on how to make it better.