Angelic Horror Story

Fate is Silent,

    A (k)night to believe in angels, Sending post card prayers to reach their redemption invisible story arc of darkness realms of hell, Without wings they search for souls disarmed to help, Human to angel trapped in dual fate dimensions, A sad love unreciprocated condition.

      Sold my inner voice to the lamp post side walk beyond the wardrobe, Choking on unimaginable words entitled by most to be unholy, Wretched back from the depths via love, Continuity of inaudible speech granted access to humanity's citizens without help of acceptance to love I hate this world, Tired of the society  faculty burden of anxiety's a lost cause to regain the element of dreams... Oh friendless haunting dark, ever besieging the last realm of the vault within me, If obsidian breaks the final code I shall come undone, For every human's baseline roll a D1 out of 20 dice is to realise love, How unimaginable to the inner mirror reflecting the blame of consciousness' black hole trap within the living corpse labelled shell; Ghost of me.

In earnest anticipation of,
VoT