hopelesssoul

I am an angel clipped off of my wings, brought down to suffer the bitterness of this damp earth.
I am a hopeless soul who never cease to find someone who can see through me.

I never cease to wander, hiding from reality. But reality has ways of finding me, slapping me in the face of what is now.

I am a funeral passing by the road leaving everyone confused and asking. My coffin is my flesh and inside is my rotten being, slowly being eaten by worms of enormous apetite and disgusting smell.

You laugh at me because you think I am funny. After those laughters, you dismiss me like a thin air of smoke, that will be brought up by the cold wind of the night into nothingness.

It's cruel, I know. But this is my fate. This is my life.