I have fallen,
Fallen hard to this hollowed ground.
I have been cast out,
Thrown out by mine own kin.
None understand me.
Not there, not amongst them.
These wings that resided upon my back are tattered,
The sharp knifes of hate and spite tore them.
Black as night,
the colour they have been always and forever.
It is not a symbol of who I am,
Just my colour.
The colour of the night,
Of the shadows,
Of depth.

This is my hell,
I have lost the bliss of ignorance.
An ignorance that i never really had.
What is my hell you may ask?
My hell is this world,
My hell is people seeing me,
My hell is... not knowing,
Not know what is to become of me,
The people,
The forests,
The oceans,
The mountains,
Who stole my heart away.

Perhaps the place I fell from isn't bliss,
It didn't feel right,
It discomforted me.
I think i have found my bliss.
This world.
 
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