Angel in the crypt

Effortlessly you float, you pure, perfect being; persona wise in a frame of imperfection that was created you play. Amuse yourself with derelict toys shrouded by innocence/blinded by ignorance. You ignore the existence of corruption and how short the distance is for my defected hand to reach you. Without any assistance you reach back and look up with eyes wide, face clear of any impurities. Angel, why come to the crypt of the corrupted?

You do have a heart of gold, a soul so clean, a mind un-tarnished. I speculate at the state and enviourment that you were nurtured. Dawn arrives and the sunlight hits your face flawlessly, it's fascinating. How can you be so beautiful, statuesque, real? How could you not discriminate against something as grotesque as I? Actuate the reasons for your composure towards I, what is the meaning behind your blind decision? Angel, why come to the crypt of the corrupted? 

Darkness is where I was born, bred, brandished with the stain and soiled with the remnents of an abominable love. Angel, you dirty yourself to look in my direction. You've a touch so irreproachable, instinctivly I melt. A touch so tender ones despair disperses. A touch so clean it burns. It hurts that I hurt you, dear Angel in my life. If only you could see the broken soul before your eyes as I do. Angel, why set your eyes upon the crypt?

If we were to purge the pain and clear the ruin of this realm, this earth would be empty. Bare. A derelict wasteland. Most of mandkind has been broken and bent. Most hands have been scarred and marked. So Angel, why do try to see good in everyone? Do you have to be hurt to see? Angel? Understand that suffering exsists and that you are suffering. You suffer because you do not see. You do not see because you choose it. Angel, why set your eyes upon the crypt?

This crypt is one way down, deep, permanent. You have wings you can leave, fly, thrive. Me, I was left here to rot and fester. So why, dear Angel do sit with this Demon? How can you stare into the face of filth that feeds on your energy? Are you blind, Angel? Do my scars not scare you? Are you ignorant? If you can speak the language of the beasts, intertwine your native tongue with us wouldn't that make you an interloper? Traitor. If you were to betray us, us who be 'beneath' you, we would have to silence you, dear Angel. Angel, what is your purpose in the crypt of the corrupted?

I, as it so happens, am not one to be kind. You, as it so happens are optimistic of our 'race'. Your blank slate leaves you easily influenced. Manipulated. Swayed to decisions you shouln't need to make. Responsibilities you shouldn't have to take. Dear Angel, why take care of me? Waste your time. I guarentee, you will have the time of your life. I promise you; though your time on the other side is limited. Bordem will take you over. After all this time, maybe your ignorance will dissappear. Maybe you will be able to see, clearly; I was right, dear Angel. Remember, I helped you, dear Angel in my life. Angel, was this your purpose for coming to the crypt of the corrupted?

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems.