The Other Side

When you’re in silence, fear. You slowly hear it. The thoughts of the fallen cry out in the echos of agony, and you soon realize they are not only mine; they are the ones with the same fate. It is only because my soul has been stolen and has not seen light ever since I learned the truth that I live with an unfair old deed. I cannot go to heaven because I have seen too much, and I cannot go to hell because my will is good, yet I am stuck here with the living, watching everything, trying to be angels and demons. I hope you meet your makers, but for me, I will stay and manifest my own world, for I am the being of hell and the light of God. I am death.