Eden Part 2

The empty shell calls to her, and she beckons at the very sound of the call, lost in thought of angels and eyes of brown. Leaving him in the physical past, she follows the empty shell While living in the memory, committing every scene to the library she calls her mind. As the days pass she searches for an angel, a sign, a guide She looks, she hopes To feel alive again for that brief instant Following meeting an angel in disguise, an angel who is not an angel, she has periods of a beating heart, a positive mind, a flicker of hope in her smile, in her eyes She seizes these moments to express herself with the ink that flows once more With words that have meaning, sometimes hidden Sometimes bluntly on the page, screaming out to the reader Begging to be noticed, recognized, and responded to Words that have such a deep meaning, so much depth you could get lost in the void She crashed so hard, her head is spinning Thinking nothing more than it was just another one of the damned The angel, this perfect being, who is not quite human still Continues on in his sorrow, his beautiful tragedy Thinking nothing more of it, remembering nothing more from it She existed for a moment, had meant something for a moment She felt like she was soaring, so high, flying on top of the world, just for a brief moment, a single brief moment that felt like forever might just be true She crashed, and died in a beautiful tragedy upon coming to the realization that she meant nothing, and could never mean anything She was just another one of the damned nothing more, nothing less, just existing Just like the rest, but not simultaneously On an endless each, empty and lonely again... She wants a taste of heaven once more, of Eden, of the feelings She fades as days pass With no one and nothing, except for an empty shell and Malevolent Beast to speak to Alone in her mind, she re-enacts the scene in her dreams, replays the memories and memorizes the lines, the feelings. An angel, who wears a mask to hide the humanity sits perched in through against a wall His eyes deep, stone-like as his stare paralyzes the very particles floating in the air He watches, waits For something, Nothing A silence like no other echoes ever so quietly He watches and listens, to the voices of the damned, the voices of the silence, the voices of sanity, listening amongst them for an answer The damned walks along with an empty shell, a malevolent beast