MELANCHOLY

Some once said to me that “I will fly high, so high that no one could grab me or see me as a human but as an angel. I will spread my black wings and blow away all burdens that I had carried since my infant. I will fly and fly till my limits. I will devour the darkness that I could endure and let it destroy me. I will let hurricane and gravity to take over me and crush me and torn my wings apart.  Let me fall freely. Let me feel as the air corrupt me and torn me into pieces of flesh. Build me up using your words to keep me as your doll and bury me under your addictive hugs.  I am here as your fallen angel that will protect you with my broken wings and shattered dreams.  My time has come to show you what I am truly made of. No more mask it is me the genuine me. Love me or perish from my sight. I don’t need people who don’t need me. A God, I have become to kill every soulless soul that scattered all over the place unable to find their way back home. Ill swing my sickle of death to make the pain go away and blow your ceaselessly thoughts of happily ever after because you won’t be thinking of that as you are dead infront of your own lucid thoughts.”