In search of a figments of my imagination. CapturedΒ by the shadows of the dead. Afraid to go out into the dark & search Β for the monsters seeking to discover the untold secrets of my soul. As much as I try not to allow them in, The more their blades cut deeper into my skin Leaving the blood dripping with a story to tell.
I call out to my angel,but the more I do. The more she fails to reach out & ****** me out of the fire, I try to escape,but the more I do the more my flesh slowly depletes.
Is this the End of me or is my innocence being, Traded for sinister powers to destroy everything around me.
A new creation has rising from the ashes of pain, With an army of, just 2 souls. In one body. Deceiving the Humans to thinks it's only Human,when truly it isn't.