It was that time when I was looking down,
When I was looking at a familar torso,
A familiar hand.
That gentle rythm,
The soft jiggle,
I went into a fit of giggles.
A shining star,
Is meant to be looked from afar.
A deathly figure,
Has no cure.
Up into the sky
A wingless demon would fly
Just to fall back down
There are limits and restrictions.
Forbidden emotions.
It is but a just punishment.
A decision by the higher judgement.
Eyes that have no light,
Soul that has no sound.
Heart that has no might,
A king without a crown.
Emotions can be lost, they can be suppressed.
Feelings can be forgotten, proved to be redundant.
The laments of a devil,
The cries of an angel.
The laughter of God,
The shrieks of a demon.
An arm outstretched towards the sky,
Falling, lost its ability to fly.
Eyes that close in despair,
As the soul cries in despair.
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