Its Time To Wake Up

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She looks down at her  wings

when she thinks about her past

it almost seems unreal

back when she had emotions when she could feel

Her heart has since hardened

black and as cold as ice

Broken beyond repair

Yet you can see the fire behind her eyes

Her only thoughts are of vengeance

its the only reason she is still alive

her past she just cant get over

she feeds off of the anger to survive

She ravages for blood

her past lost in tears

she has forgotten her humanity

she has forgotten her fears

No longer human

He made her this way

She fell to easily

And became His prey

There's no going back

She gave Him her soul

She gave in to the Devil

And fell down His dark hole

She gave him everything

And He gave nothing in return

Just left her with anger and regret

It was a hard lesson to learn

So the demonic angel

Cried tears of blood

cause she lost the only one

 she had ever loved

The poem kept repeating its self. It didnt make any sense though. Who was it about? I kept seeing these images. People screaming. People dieing. Demons smiling. Angels crying.  Blood dripping. Blood falling. Death. Pain. Fear. Destrution. Darkness. Anger. Nothing.

I woke up so fast that everything was spinning. My head felt like it weighed a ton. My lungs felt smaller by the second. My breath pace quickened and i struggled to get out of bed and to stand up straight. 

''AGGGHHHHHHHH!!" I screamed and fell to the floor. My back was in pain that i couldn't even comprehend. Something was coming out of my back. Pushing through my skin. Breaking every bone in that area. My wrists suddenly felt like it was on fire. I looked at it to see a long scar on each arm that led from the top of my wrist all the way up to my neck. My vision was becoming blurry and i couldn't breathe properly. I pulled myself off the floor and ran into the bathroom. 

I took my shirt off a quick as i could and turned around. My skin was torn open and wings were coming out of them. They were black from what i could see. I also had tribal tattoo sleeves...

"What! No no no! This can't happen!'' I yelled panicking. I heard a crack in my back and i fell face-first to the floor.

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"Was this really necessary?" 

"Yes. She'll never remember anyways."

What? I slowly opened my eyes but everything was blurred. 

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 23, 2014 ⏰

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