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Old September 19th, 2005, 10:41 PM  
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20th September 2005

I know this looks long but...its only the spacing ..well...kinda....
First i would just like to start with this quote...

"Its ironic- butterflies get all the attention, but moths, they're much more beautiful. They spin silk. They're stronger. They're faster.
One day a man found a moth cocoon. A small opening had appeared, and for several hours the man watched the moth struggle, trying to force its body though the little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and it could go no further.
So the man decided to help the moth by taking a pair of scissors and snipping off the remaining pieces of cocoon shell.
The moth then, of course emerged easily, but had a swollen body and small shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the moth because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time...
But neither happened.
The moth spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and shriveled wings, never able to fly.
In the kindness and haste or the man, he did not understand, the restricting cocoon shell and the struggle required for the moth to get through the tiny opening were nature's way of forcing fluid from the body of the moth into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it had achieved freedom from the cocoon.
Without struggles and obstacles in our lives, we would be crippled. We would not be as strong as we should be if our abilities were tested without obstacles. We could never fly, nor grow."

Our Angel

In a desolate world
filled with pain
hatred and,

the soul of our Angel is fading...

Numb to more emotion, unable to feel
His delicate shell,


unable to heal.

Just to carry onwards, to exist, he grasps desperately on to his scars, his confusion, his pain
believing he can never make it all dissappear, never able to make it all fade away.
Underneath everything he hides his undue shame, a burning guilt he should never know of,
the holes it's flames leave behind show
only inside,
only within him.
He is silently screaming, believing that the only ears to hear him are those which belong to the cracked, darkened walls of the cell he has built for himself,
that he has ~had~ to build for himself...
A solitary confinement, once a shield against his pain -the walls reinforced over, to block out his attacks, but now the torment he has suffered has seeped in through the cracks, and the hurt, the tears, the cries
that were all once locked deep inside him, deep within, now begin to flow out
lying hidden for too long...

And his walls crumble
falling to pieces, all around.
And inside, he too, is lying broken
crying on the ground.

Is it too much to ask for his torment
to subside?
So his heart is no longer troubled, no longer burning
so his soul can feel alive?

Today we look far out, towards him, on a cliff top, at the very edge
where he is standing over a deep crimson ocean of his own blood, its awaiting his soul,
patiently preparing, to swallow him whole

We hope and we wish that he sees, just how much he means
to us all.

In despair
we watch
he closes his beautiful grey eyes,
that once sparkled when he laughed, and would glisten when he cried

and we stretch out our arms hoping he falls our way,
and we turn to Death, hoping and wishing,
we say
please dont take our beautiful grey eyed angel away
this ocean of his blood is vast dark and deep
But he has much further to go, before he should sleep.
- he falls-

Our arms reaching further towards him,
wishing he would fall from his cliff towards us, float into our out-stretched arms, we will
catch you
hold you
we wont let you go


just come our way
and as we stare, cursing this ocean, the swirls of torment and hatred, that,
all at once
begin to fade


and we look at him, not floating downwards, not falling from the sky,
he has found his wings and towards us, with his wonderful golden smile
he flys

He does not come to rest in our aching arms, nor does he land beside us
he lifts us, carries us all upwards
into a light, darkness dissappearing into the background, its hazes away

In this desolate world
filled with pain,
hatred and,

with him

we all find a happiness that didnt seem possible

And we know that soon there will come a moment in time, still smiling at each other,
we once more will, turn to Death and say
Thankyou for not taking our Angel
thankyou for not taking him away
on that day

We always believed in him, even when he couldnt do so himself
after so long struggling, so long locked away
he has risen from his cocoon, his cell,
risen above all the lies
he has overcome obstacles, struggles, learned to deal, to cope,
learned to fly
He has gained wisdom, strength, courage
and so much,
so much


And that day he broke free, that day he chose to live, that day he found happiness,
towards the stars,
our Angel felt himself,

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