A personality split between halos and horns,
One, serving in the existence to conceal the other’s form.
Raging emotion being the culprit,
Endless struggle consuming all,
Time and again fighting against it,
But time and time again you fall.
Flying on borrowed white wings,
Pure symbol of trust and love,
To soar into the arms of success,
Spirit of peace as is the dove.
Falling, concealed no more, on black wings,
Corrupt symbol of deception and hate,
To plummet into the clutches of failure,
Specter of cruelty, as is the snake.
Requiem,
For the one not chosen.
Solace,
To the one concealed.
Never ending struggle,
Never more,
Eternal peace for a lost soul.
Is it...okay?
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more than ok
i love it how long have you been writing? -
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more thank okay?
Thanks. I've been writing since I was like...10-ish.
My account says I'm 22, but that's wrong, so don't think it's been like..over ten years. xD
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