Author: Crimson Angel
Angels fly over, a long forgotten trail, as I begin to follow. Voices ring within my ears, people laughing, and pointing, as I move. I continue, having no clue, of where I'm going, and how I am to get there. There are so many things blocking me, mentally, and physically, holding me back, on the edge of sanity. As my footsteps increase, so does the pain, the fact, I am going no where, for nothing, and being abused of myself, for no apparent reason. Every step I take, it feels as if something is pulling at me, tugging me downward, keeping me still, for only a minute, before I go on. And every time I go on, it's as if, I get half way there, only to turn back and go from where I came, then to just go back again. But finally, after what seems to be endless eternity, I come to the end. Angels sing, the gates open, and light shines through. I'm Home.
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