Stillborn Child

He’s my own personal miracle, a devil in an angels body, he doesnt realize the greatness in his bones stillborn child come to life, who lives and burns through this world while the ones he touches can only marvel at his brilliance and be seared through from the heat of his oblivion . But its his oblivion we fear, yet crave; for if he were to notice our insignificance he may reject us and the pain would be cold as stone.

To have him see and turn away would be more than some could ask for but when it happens they wish he had stayed but getting him to stay is like  catching a comette; from a distanced it seems almost tangible then coming upon closer look to his beauty you're blinded, and you wish you hadn't tried because a life without seeing the the perfection of this devil in an angels body- is it a life at all? And if you could manage without him what would you do for the world holds no flicker of passion, beauty, or interest compared to his flame of perfect imperfection.

He’s my own personal miracle a devil in an angels body. Stillborn child come to life to make known the thing that us born more lively may have never known and for that he has much greatness in his bones that he has yet to realize. Let him grow and burn through this world and marvel at his oblivion to his own beauty. Admire the strength and will of this beautiful stillborn child come to life.