The Angel

Mon, 06/30/2014 - 16:56 -- nosilla

He sits in a dark room and before he knew it, three years past and he's cold and alone.

He's evil and sinned. He's scary and sither, with a heart black as night with no soul within him.

He's lost all hope. Will he ever love again? He'll never know. 

But before he gives up, before he lets go, a light shines down in a form of an angel.

Hair brght as the sun, eyes clear as the sea, and skin flawless in every way.

could this be it? A change he has been looking for? Or just another fault hope?

Scared and confused, he takes a leap of faith to the deep end and says...

"Hi, I'm Marco..." and the world grows silent as you hear....

"Hi, I'm Allison."

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