I have this friend, his name is pain.

He lives in a damaged world and he calls me into his transparent dreams.

He is a lonely star outside in this pathetic universe and he is my twisted soul.

An unnoticed identity clouded his pure childlike vision and left him with a lifetime of sorrows, buried in the dirt up to his neck unable to move and gagged, unable to speak while billions watch blindly and all of his cares were pushed aside… and all of his evil is un-forgiven.

A long time ago he experienced this darkness and beauty was something he couldn't believe.
Now he floats around like a ghost in the shadows believing this angel deserves to die.

Living scars on wasted flesh, unspoken evil and dying hateful notes ring in his ears.

He has impure fragile wings that can't ever be hidden and if he opens his mouth or his heart, he only has oceans of tears seeping downwards to hell.