An angel unworthy of wings
Do you wonder who am I?
Better ask who I was.
I am the one born of the mist,in it and for it
I am the one walking between the stars,comanding them to faint their light,so as my darkness can pass
I am the one giving away tears to the wind and frozen whispers to the rain
I am the one imprisoning traces of sunlight between her fingers,the one whose touch causes the moon to shatter into peices,the one who hides rose petals under her pillow,cherising dead memories.That's who I am.An angel unworthy of wings.Don't ever seek the answers in questions you're afraid to ask.Don't ever ask what you'd be better of without knowing.Don't ask,even though you've allready made that dangerous mistake
Better ask who I was.
I am the one born of the mist,in it and for it
I am the one walking between the stars,comanding them to faint their light,so as my darkness can pass
I am the one giving away tears to the wind and frozen whispers to the rain
I am the one imprisoning traces of sunlight between her fingers,the one whose touch causes the moon to shatter into peices,the one who hides rose petals under her pillow,cherising dead memories.That's who I am.An angel unworthy of wings.Don't ever seek the answers in questions you're afraid to ask.Don't ever ask what you'd be better of without knowing.Don't ask,even though you've allready made that dangerous mistake