Cursed, yet blessed.

Bright in disguise, dark in reality.

Because she pretends. Because she indulges in her delusions. Because she is hidden. Because a mask can cover scars. Because she repents on her  sins. Because she isn't scared. But that would mean she had left this world behind long ago.

Actually, it was all just an illusion.

Because in the darkness, she tries to come back.

Her broken tears beautifully shine in the dark, immediately crystallizing as they caress her cheeks. Her purple, shattered yet gentle soul, it is irreplaceable.

She is I, I am her.

Blessed, yet cursed.

Years of despair,
Traces to the past.
A sorrowful darkness,
Wondering what moment is last.

A sudden change in time,
Yet this remarkable pain.
All of my efforts,
Must have gone in vain.

But then I find,
A small little clue.
These signs from above,
I wonder if they're true.

"Why me?"
I wonder everyday.
Because these shameful sins,
Will never go away.

And finally,
I feel a warmth...
A faint as it is,
I cannot afford it,
If things go north.

"Why must I endure this tribulation?",
I seek the heavens.

Because a soul of faith,
Yet a mind full of hate.

I aspire,
To be good.
Not the villain,
But I could.

The choice is mine,
It's a sacred one.

In the end I proceed to wait,
Oh dear lord,
Please make it fun.