Why I am Rosewinged

Contemplating...
This goes through my mind
The twisting and spinning of all my thouhts
Goingdown the funnel
Of the wicked storm,
My feelings are getting pummled,
In that dark and sinister tunnel.

The ground is crumbling
Right around my feet.

I hear the demons' stomachs groumbling
About how I'll be such a tasty treat.

My mind is full and my sould is burning bright...
But thats exactly what the demons want.
But they wont get it without a fight.

I fell from Heaven,
Spinning as I went.

Down
Down
And Down again

This is time that's never spent.

Since all we have is eternity,
Why not have some fun?

Russian Roulette, they say?
Wish I had a gun...

Then again,
Why give in?

Im tasting blood comming from my tounge.
The words that are flicked from my mouth
Are the feelings from within.

"What have I done?" I cried,
Screaming from my brain.

"Oh thats just a start." I say
"It's only just begun."

I laugh melodically
To the meloncholly tune.

That it is comming
From straight ahead,
Right in the next room.

I float forwards
Through open space

Why whould I not take my time?
It's deffinitly not a race.

Or is it a race to see
Who can lose their wings?

I cant go back now,
After doing such unjust things...

From Hell, I fall, I dont know how
But down to Earth...

I decend in the form I take,
That begins to take shape.

My form you see, is a HUMAN body.

But with big and gorgous wings.
Still I had them, no longer charcoal black,
But a beautiful shade of rose...
They went down to right around my toes.

Now on Earth, I hide them.
I must, for they would get ripped off.

But when I lay down to sleep,
Or think about my friends.

I think of why I'm here on Earth.
Not once...
But yet AGAIN...

I think I have an answer,
But I'm still not sure it's true...

The possiblity is,
That maybe I'm here for YOU...