In A World Of Fallen Angel's.

We just stood there, his eyes starring down at me. The only sound was of his rapid heart, nearly thumping out of his chest. I examined the empty space between us, full of the passion, the love that used to exist, but now representing the loss. I looked up at his eyes. they used to be filled with lust, now all I see is despair.

His deep must filling my lungs as hot tears streams down my cheeks.

We just stood there, starring at one another waiting.

Waiting for one to say something, anything. No one made a move, the dark room started to return to reality,

People not even noticing the two of us starring at each other in the middle of a crowded room. I wish he could just look at me the way I do to him, like I'm his everything, and without me he is nothing. My heart shattered as he turned and walked away, a tear falling off his cheek and smacking the wooden floor below. I watched his tall figure walk out of the room without even looking back. It feels like the air has been ripped from my lungs, I feel like I'm suffocating, but nobody notices me.

I knew it, I knew it all along.

Love is something every boy/girl, waits for hoping it will help pass the time till they die. If love is something so powerful, then why does it always end in despair. On the long road that the two face, one ends up hurting another, "it's not my fault!" is a common excuse but living in denial will only make it worse. If it were to me we would not have a chance to live, we would simple float up with god not having to face the pain, mistakes, and regrets. To bad the ones who don't believe fall. They fall to hard they feel the pain, mistakes, and regrets I didn't want ones to face. I was misguided, I got manipulated into thinking love exists, into feeling the something called love can save me. Save me from this mad world.

We never got the chance to reach and grab gods hand because gravity made us fall back to earth. On the place we call earth is full of fallen angels, some disguised and some embracing it and some trying to escape there own way. to thinking there's no way up and there's no way out, so that fallen angel rips off her wings and tries to fall. But she can't, then that's when she realized she can't escape her hell. That's when she realized her only was out was death.

On a Friday night B.C, that's when suicide was born.

She is the worst off all the fallen angels, she has corrupted 1,000's of souls sucking them into her trap.

Some have battle wounds and some died trying to escape, but on a Sunday at midnight that's when I mentally murdered suicide. sure she haunts me in my sleep now and then but for the most part she is gone. looking down my surroundings start to appear smaller. my dark black wings break into a bright white. I look up and see god holding out his hands and pulling me to safety away from all the fallen angels.