White Star, Black Dawn: the Musings of a fallen angel.

in this empty paradise. love is like a sin for the ones that feel it the most i will love you like a fly to flame and never love you again oh well only the devil makes us sin but don't you like it when we're spinning... in his grin?  i have many aliases, and many "names", but my true name is written upon me and only i will ever know it. a million different versions of me exist in other peoples perceptions and minds. i'm hated, loved, pitied, lusted after, obsessed over, and ignored. that's a thought that every human has. that only they know the real them completely. we tear ourselves apart to try to love because we want another to see. we want another to know. to feel us. taste us. burn for us. hate to love us. hurt us. use us. there are things that everyone feels that people don't admit. daemons and angels feel these things too. we feel a lot of the same things that "normal" human beings do. however, there are some things that are foreign to us ...

  MY EXPRESSION OF SELF: the chosen but not special. both the calm sea and the wildest tempest. the one who sins to bring about morality. us who like a forest fire, create from what we must destroy we clean the old and stagnant  to make the earth fertile and the sky endless for what comes next. the chaos in my fire? entrancing. the damage that defines my borders? necessary.  the sovereignty of my soul? unquestionable. to whom it may concern: i see you, nice to meet you, hello. before we start here i want to make a few things clear: 1. the things that i write here are sometimes right 2. the things that i write here are sometimes wrong 3. i do not express these things in an effort to make you believe 4. i am not concerned with your reasons for being here. if you are magnetized here by energy, wonderful. if you're looking for the questions that will help you find your own answers, read carefully. read everything, in between every line.  if you're here because you find m...

  THE FOUNDATION: from where the "Fallen" originate.  "before there was time.. there was nothing.       before there was nothing, there was Me. "    if you turn away, you better not pray there are ears you should never sing to. black halo, white shadow...  THERE ARE THINGS MUCH WORSE THAN EVIL.  I remember being in this cosmic oblivion. No identity. Nothing to know or feel, just.. conscious. And I was there for an untold countless time .before time was even a thing. just me and the vast emptiness before me. A child. Do you ever wonder what darkness truly is? True darkness. Not the slandered, manufactured darkness of holy men that is hyped up to be a scapegoat, but the precursor to light. Void. Emotions are what creates everything. I don't know how they came to be but in that void where I lay awake I felt fear. True fear. That I was alone. That it was just me in this empty place and this.. vibration came up from me. Fear. The origin...