My New Angel 3 ~ Corruption

I shouted towards the skies releasing all the rage

This was the end of it all, the final chapter, the last page

That thing I called an Angel lay before me, broken and battered

I sent it to its grave and it took with it all that had mattered

I struggled through suffering and strife

All to find this creature kept behind its back, a knife

I had been on my knees, thrown away all of the pride

A corpse lay in my presence, slain by emotion, it lied

Broken, beaten, scarred, desolate, and alone

Never again, I said, never again will a light be shone

With a feather in hand, I walked through the maze of sorrow

In that hand, was that hope I had of a better tomorrow

As I continued on, the darkness within me arose

I treated the world as my enemy, lovers as foes

I blinded myself to the light of any others that dared

It began as fear but I learned to adapt and mastered hatred

I used my ways to corrupt the path that I had walked

All the things I saw of appetite, like a predator, I stalked

I came upon my prey, they never resisted seduction

But it happened one day, something that influenced my corruption

I knew the word, I feared its influence

My power grew dim, useless, this thing, a nuisance

As it drew closer, I hated, wanted, needed, lusted

I felt it growing inside, I feared what was no longer trusted

This one was different, unlike the other mistake

It had honesty amidst originality, not another fake

I felt as though our separation by my will kept me bound

The genesis of hope again like the vicious hound

No longer able to deny the apparent truth ahead

I lay the darkness and this glory together in bed

Perhaps I had taken the wrong path, examined another angle

It no longer mattered now, I had found My New Angel

But even in this delirium of joy and bliss

I knew I had the ability to ruin and end this

I withdrew from the another grace to the soul

I left my heart alone, and studied with it in a hole

Then it had finally came to me

As I began to take in excellence, perfection, beauty

Born from the darkness and suffering, a schism in chaos as if

I had found the end of pain, a Seraph