Life is something grasped by "angels" but never seen by "fallen angels"...."angels" seems to like being called alive..."fallen angels" seem to be known as dead....
Dude, you're a terrible writer/poet/whatever the hell this is. ? Try writing bad YA fiction filled with angst in the Fan Fic section.
Broken beyond repair...failing to see as I fade....nothing to help....just fading....and letting it happen...this life wasn't meant for me...nothing was...but I cannot deal with it simply....I will die as myself....
The bridge was destroyed...the wall broke....the stones are still being thrown from an invisible hand....
I'm unable to throw stones...because I'm too weak to throw them...but each stone is thrown by an invisible hand...
Death is among us all...but no one likes to aknowledge it...so it's easier to make it aknowledged by not existing...by fading...and dying