A Look In The Window That Appears To Reflect

The Little Angel

An innocent person leading an innocent life.
An innocence one could only see from afar.
Going through their life, they began to realise how difficult things could truly be.
They lost their cheer and began to shine less
Their smile faded and no longer did they have a skip in their step
Out of the greed and desire for more, they became weak
They snapped and craved an escape they knew would never come.
In those moments, a decision was made, and a regrettable one at that,
They grabbed the blade and dragged it across their once innocent, porcelain skin, the crimson flow painted them a new mural of what their life would be.
The shame they felt dug deeper than the blade they kept in hand and yet they could not stop.
The pain granted them temporary use of their wings
These now blood-stained wings allowed them a temporary escape from the world around them.
As life went on, only shame grew from the scars left of a now spent artist. 
The canvas of their skin now destroyed, they had flown directly into a trap without knowing it
Now, locked in this cage trying to break free their wings could stand the stress no longer
Their wings were soon lost, broken from the pain that now coursed through their veins once more 
One day the cage was left open, was it a mistake?
Was this the chance to spread their wings of freedom and fly?
In a time to spread their wings, they had none to fly
They allowed themselves to fall, no longer an angel but a human free to choose their next move.
The urges came back though, they lingered long after they had left the cage
They fell off the edge of a cliff named desire and as they fell they begged for their wings to allow them to fly above this pain.
They knew better.
They knew they shouldn't and yet this desire spread through their skin like a disease, searing as the canvas beckoned for the paint.
They tried to stay strong and climb back up, pulling and aching, begging for even a single hand to help them rise above.
Despite their cries and determination, they fell time and time again, recreating their art of the past
They knew one day a rope would be found, a hand would be tossed out
That one day they would not succumb to the beckoning of a vile disease
but for now,
The little angel sits at the bottom of the rabbit hole testing each door they find just looking for the right key. Searching for an escape they could easily reach until they could one day climb those rigid walls

and be free.

Blite's quote of the day:
"Don't just wait and trust to fate and say, 'that's how it's meant to be'."

~Merlin~