Birthed From Hell Itself

I can't stop myself from withering away.
It consumes me every second.
Power rushing through brittle bones.
Mentality devouring the ancient sway;
Strong arms encase my frail body-
Making me take in the philosophy.
Tangling into the web of destruction,
Paradise lost in the crashing waters -
Against jagged rocks that forebode my life.
Meager amounts of lucidity left,
I jump.
Into the arms of awaiting Hell.
All knowledge is surrendered,
Once my vulnerable body is impaled.

I enter the gates, willing and calm.
To gaze into the eyes of my creator was soothing.
Wings, regal and black.
Feeling the power coming from that body.
A fallen angel.
The original.
I admire that body-
So bold, so impending.
A smile has never graced my lips.
Until then.

Many have damned me before.
Still some do.
To feel the freedom I once longed 'fore.
I now taste it.
Succumb to it.
Pleasure never known-
Until now.
I need him.
Never can I go back
From the dark abyss that I now keep in my hands.