Yeah! I'm still alive! Here's Shamp and I wrote something again, a long time ago, wasn't it?
An entry in my guest book made me think of it. Well, I didn't write anything special, but well, what the heck.
I hope you like it anyway! * hug everyone *

dead Angel

As always, I stand here in my favorite place and look up at the sky.
It's just a humble piece of earth, but it's mine. I claimed it for myself because here I find peace. It's just a small place, a place of calm, a place with such a bewitching scent that I am unable to describe.
I love this place with all my heart, because here I forget everything, everything that has happened.
I look at the azure blue sky with a smile on my lips, my hands clasped behind my back. A soft sigh springs from my lips and is carried away by the wind.
Stars become visible, individual clouds, almost invisible, can be seen and only give an idea of ​​what is hidden behind them.Are you up there

Do you see me?

Do you cry like me

I stand here, motionless, staring at the sky.
I don't see anything, just one thing.
A face.
Blue hair, fawn eyes and a smile like an angel's.
I stand here under this heaven and I know exactly that she once stood under this heaven, the heaven from which she sprang, my angel ...

The wind on my back becomes very still for a moment, just a breath blows through my hair as if it knows who I am thinking of, to whom special person I dedicate my thoughts, day after day and today, on your anniversary, my thoughts , my soul, exist only for it.

Your anniversary, the day of my death?

No, I won't ask any questions, not today, no more. Whatever comes this, I'll say goodbye in my own way, if it is today, if it happens….

I stand here and hear her laugh as the wind plays with the fallen leaves.
Fallen as I fell a year ago, unable to get up until today.But what does that matter? I am only a person, a person who is no longer alive, whose heart is just an organ that keeps my body in good shape. I lost my soul a long time ago. She took her with her.
My angel, my angel ...

I hear a voice that pulls me out of my thoughts.
I lower my gaze, stare at my pale hands, the hands that have barely been allowed to see the sun for a year ...
I sighed, a smile played around my lips ...
Again that demanding voice.
I turn around…
And see these cold eyes full of hate ... and the powerful hands, which nevertheless tremblingly grasp something that shimmers slightly in the moonlight, but cannot be recognized ...

The blue thunder flinches ...

And I'm falling with a bang ...

I lie motionless, close my eyes…. A void surrounds my thoughts and I feel happy even though I know ...

I will not see my angel again….

My angel… is dead….*End*