Angelic Demon

The child that was born
under the strict guidance of light
fell into darkness
and was enveloped by the night.
Intense jealousy,
the child became bitter with fate,
those beautiful eyes
cracked and riddled with tears of hate.
Cast aside, lonely
he lived in a different place.
A world of his own
where the shadows caress his face.
He longed for what was,
more correctly, what could have been,
staring at himself,
trying to discover his sin.
He thought he was cursed
for no path led to where he yearned.
hope faded away
and all of the child's dreams were burned.
Imagination,
the sanctuary of his mind.
There he could pretend
he had what he wanted to find.
The cold touch of wind
tumbles across the child's pale skin.
The fire inside him
flares to reveal sorrow within.