Dreams, they can so easily turn to dust and transform themselves in nightmares. What once seemed like heaven is now hell, and your insides are ripped out.
You twist and turn, scream and beg;
"Make it stop!" you yell ever so loudly. But your pleas fall in vain, lost amongst the darkness that covers the world. No one can hear you, and quite frankly no one cares if you scream.
You open your arms, and see an angelic face. The person of your dreams stares at you with a wicked smile on their face. Mistook them as an angel, fell for their poisonous kiss.
You stare at the smile, forgetting all the pain. Such simple tranquility in such a simple grace. But a part of you screams to run, to hide, to disappear. You were never meant for something so heavenly. You were never meant to have them. All the pain in the world is nothing compared to the hollow you feel inside of you as you realize this fact.
You were never meant to live in the same world as angels. They fly with so much grace above you, you'd never catch up, you'd never be one of them.
"Close your eyes little one" It whispers softly. Without hesitation, you obey, closing your eyes and placing your fears and hopes within the angel. After all, angels never hurt anyone, right?
But as another second passes with your eyes closed, you feel something stab into your chest. The hollowness, it gets worst, but the pain is over riding it. Now you can't feel anything.
Your eyes shoot open, and you stare at the face, now so evil and twisted. A sword was in their hand, right from the start, and it had been thrust into your heart.
As the eternal darkness sets in, you're at lost at what to feel. You feel so calm within this so called angel's grasp. You sink further into madness as your life slowly and surely fades away.
You still see it as for what it came as: An angel so divine that not even the Gods can control.
And you slowly realize; Death was the ultimate favor you had heard