Where is the line between darkness and light? What differs the saint from the sinner?
Why can't you stay in the grey, leaning neither back nor forth? When the demon cries for help, do you reach out your hand, or do you banish it back into obscurity?
Once a garden of delight, now a fortress of plight. The angel who fell from the Heavens never stopped falling, never screamed for redemption. Why did it change?
The gates have been shut, but my devil is still ramming my doors. I won't let my essence once again be torn, but suddenly I bathe in fire.
It's all alone, crying to be reborn. Reaching for the skies, it glimpses a blinding shine. A costume white but an essence black.
Through the ages it cursed what it craved, punished what it loved. Through deception and lies, it caught what is mine.
Seasons see change, and no more will the sorrow surround. Epiphanies caused dilemmas, and now I've banished it all. I may be black, I may be the imitation of evil, but I am no longer in chains.
Through fiery gazes and water filled eyes I have to wander, for no one but myself. I murdered what I once saw as life, but through aeons I've seen that the angel that falls will only fly back to once again descend back into the flames.
I deliver pain to free my own chains. The receiver of my blade may never stop bleeding. May never stop weeping. I am a soul coloured black, but at least I am a soul set free.
Never again will my will be in chains, my thoughts be in vain. In my eyes I am the white light, though I know perfection will always want me damned.
Your pain isn't my pleasure, but your pain has made me reborn. Now be gone, don't force my ears to block your cries. Let me rest, though you might not eye my words, I have now spoken. Be gone.
