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Angels Vs. Demons


Closing my eyes

The only way I can think

Clearly

The only thing that I can do

To protect myself

 

The darkness used

To protect myself but

It is no use

Screaming

I awaken

 

They are the puppet master

I the puppet

Victim, helpless

Like so many times before

 

Then there was silence

Then there was nothing

Then I felt nothing

Not even with dread

 

The silence spoke

For what was supposed to come

“It’s coming” it said

Having seen this so many times before

 

Then the silence stopped

Then the silence became afraid

Then the silence watched and waited

And then it hid

As the battle began

Life or death

Life or nothingness

 

The angel came out

Hair as white as snow

Eyes as blue as innocence

Wings long, comforting

 

The demon revealed itself

Eyes red with hatred

It called my name

And it laughed and laughed

And laughed

 

Paralyzed, immobile

I watch and wait

And wait

And wait

 

I don’t care who wins

I feel nothingness

I know nothing but nothingness

I have become nothingness

 

What is there to care about,

When you are not even in control?

 

It was a long fight

For hours and hours and

Just over

Just like that

 

The sweet angel stood

Over the corpse of a demon

Her tiny, fragile hands so delicate

Her perfectly white wings

Stained with blood

Tainted by the madness

 

So the angel’s wings turned black

Her hair to match

The innocent eyes, having seen too much

A black filled with the darkness

Of everything she had said and done

 

Then she turned over to me

Walking, she pulled out a glue stick

“Here, have this. Save yourself.”

She said, her voice sounding exactly

As if she were a demon

“No longer do your eyes have to be open”

 

I glued one eye

Then the other

No more

Shut

The process was completed

 

I heard a scream

One not belonging to the angel

Me or the silence

But

It

Was

Too

Late

 

The darkness had already enveloped me

Finally I would be free

Silence came out of its hiding place

It spoke at last these final words

“You should have told someone besides me”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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