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The Ange↗ Room

The Ange↗ Room

Angels and Demons

Who am I, exactly?

To pick my fate

Is it possible that I'm a bad person?

Is it true that I'm a killer?

Why do I have such lovely wings?

When my wings are drenched in dark crimson blood

Destroying my thoughts away

In this ruined room

Glass shards

slicing through my skin

I take a deep breath

And examine my surroundings

All of the graffiti and the mess

Around me

Is this who I am?

Destroying my surroundings

To annihilate the little individual inside me

Telling me that I'm not valuable enough

That I don't matter

I'm overwhelmed by the visions.

My spirit is aching with thoughts.

What if I left

Not for the Ange↗Room

But for what

Is up above

Will I now be a good person?

Will my dark red, aggressive wings transform

Into the pure and innocent, beautiful ones

That I've always desired?

Or am I doomed to never see the end?

Will I remain in this state?

Is this going to be my fate?

Stuck in this dull room?

I'm trapped in the Ange↗ Room.

I'm stuck in my head.

Stuck in the middle of the apocalypse

Stranded in it all