Aetherborn

I’m just a little child,
Here for only a few years,
Yet it feels like lifetimes of duality,
Bullied and broken by the one who is a gift.
I’m just human.
Sometimes I wear masks
To blend with the stars,
But my energy is too violent.
I guess I'll collapse into a black hole.

I’m not human.
To be human is to be among humans,
But my mind struggles to cope with them,
The ones who dragged my soul through torment,
Stripping me bare and leaving me cold,
A shadow by the roadside, unseen.
No one stops to offer a jacket,
I starve, I shiver, I fade.
Yet their hearts pulse with indifference.

I am full of blood and vengeance,
Crying out in anger and desolation.
I know the ache of a mother weeping for her child.
But in stillness, I watched without thought,
And there, in the depths of darkness,
I discovered the alchemy of the soul.
And I chose to be different.

I’m a demon.
No one was there when I was human.
So, I struck a deal with the devil,
Casting off the masks to face the truth.
Now they whisper that I’ve changed—
They do not recognize who I once was.

I feed on the energy of the world,
Moulding it to my will,
Twisting what humans ignore and waste.
I am still a demon,
Promoted to a higher plane,
Where the energy is overwhelming.
I bleed to claim my desires,
Dwelling in the melancholic heart of hell,
Where each thought spawns new worlds.
Perhaps it is time to switch places with the devil.

I approached the devil with a proposal:
To take the throne for myself.
It laughed, yet its gaze burned with rage,
Hungry to shatter my soul.
But the devil did not know—
I had broken free from its cage.
I plotted against its tyrannical reign,
And when the moment came, I fought.

I am an angel.
I battled the devil in its own domain.
All this time, I had been deceived
By the so-called son of the morning.
I tore through its veil and saw the truth.
It shattered into streams of blinding light,
And the glass of my vision broke apart.
With a breath like my very first,
I am alive, free, and in heaven.