Many times
I look up at the sky.
Wondering why?
We all have to die.
I wish to live forever.
Despite the dark weather.
My soul knows what's better.
My heart grows greater.
Anger, rage.
Stages for what may.
I crave something that plagues me.
My soul to the point hell grows.
I'm not Samael.
A fallen Angel.
Made to govern hell.
Because he wouldn't follow the tale.
That father made all Arch Angels.
Do what he demanded.
As well as play a grand role in man.
To cast out those who wouldn't follow the plan.
But my wings.
Is not of those.
Of an angel or demon, frozen.
I'm not a free man.
Heathen - Cretins - Seething - Creeping.
I stay believing.
In more than a score.
My darkness rage wars.
My heart is a heavy storm.
I wish for more.
But evil stay knocking at my door.
What more can I wish for?
Let's see
What will make
My heart
Fall more.....
I wish the light help.
Maybe I'm feeling myself.
I think I need more help.
Then anyone else.
