Demons are just FALLEN ANGELS.
From HEAVEN to HELL,
And unlike angels,
DEMONS have a STORY to tell.
Good and evil.
It's just two sides of the same coin.
I just want it to end.
The hopelessness, the fear,
the constant critic in my head:
I've lived with them all for too long.
All I've ever known is this war, this endless battle.
There's nothing wrong with wanting it to end.
To wish that it didn't is cruel.
But why can't the best solution be the simplest?
Why do I have to keep fighting?
At times it's deafening,
and I'm so exhausted.
Why can't I just lay down in no man's land
and let this battle fall silent around me?
Why can't that be the end?
Because... I'll never know what's possible.
she breathes chaos
with a sophisticated beauty of a lady boss
fear the unpredicted, for she stops at nothing
when she desires something.
I have been reminded of a beautiful piano piece I once played with a violin, entitled "She" by Charles Aznavour, the words of Kretzmer are also mesmerizing.
You always waited for the moment
When the wind will come
And take you away
Like a paper crane
Gently dancing with the breeze
Flying far, far from me
You couldn't see
The tear on my cheek
But it's okay
It will dry
And maybe someday I to will learn how to fly