I wish to grow snow white feathers.
Ones that reach my walls, fluttring to keep me alive.
So when i fall.
Theyll tuck in.
And let me fall.
So when i have second thoughts....
Ill be able tonpull up.
and be able to correct my sins.
to be able to fall over.
And over.
On till its time.
But will i be able resit temptaion?
To not be able
Lust
greed
anger
jeasouly
Fear
Pride
Sorrow.
Ill be a robot in your eyez.
emotionless.
God fooled us.
hes not the one who
saved us.
it was the devil.
As i think,
My snow, white , grayes.
My pure eyes taint.
so what im a deamon im becoming indepent
