The Angel (sequel to Trigger Finger)

[HjusOticePlostE]

I look down upon the cold hard ground,
The blood trickles down my chest.
It's color crimson red,
The heart still beats,
But I am dead; Giving into light.
I'm lighter now,
Floating above the ground.
Looking at my cold, lifeless body.
Laughing, "This couldn't be better, I am free"

But I am not forgiven...

I look to the sky,
The stars silhouetting the black canvas of night.
Each one calling me out.
To join them...

But I am not forgiven...

I am forsaken,
By he who told me to do this.
And he made me this way,
Why did he let me take my soul from me?

I am no longer an angel,
He beckons me with his watchful eye,
Gazing through my transparent eyes.
He sees the truth within me.

But I am not forgiven...

I feel the grip,
On my leg,
Pulling me down,
Further into the ground.
"I don't need this", I screamed.

"You told me to do this!!!"

I need forgiveness,
For what I did,
I took it away,
I am selfish.

The grip gets tighter and I begin to sink.

I hear the demons,
Of one thousand screaming souls.
It engulfs my ears with dissonant screeches.

But I am not forgiven...

The fire that lasted upon millions of years,
Begins to singe my body,
This isn't fair...

My eyes go black,
Like someone has sewn them shut,
With a dull needle.
They ache to be opened.
My eyes tell all.

But I am not forgiven...

I feel my heart,
Once again stopping,
I can feel the fire devouring me.
I see black and that's all I become.

But I am not forgiven...

I am not forgiven...

Sleeping forever;

Not forgiven....