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The Casted Demon

Like the Casted Demon,
My skin is black.
My soul is stained too, too dark.
Heaven wasn't meant for me,
I live in a world that can't be seen.
And indeed, I'm Forbidden.
I'm a cast demon,
I'm a lost soul.
I'm a daemon,
I'm a cursed boule, foible.
Passing through the silver linings,
Falling through the weightless clouds that can't hold me.
I'm back to earth.
Again, I'm just mistaken to be a fright.
To be someone I'm not, I have no place to go.
To be someone I wish to be, I'm called cruel, wicked, and cold.
Just like everyone else, I want to be loved too.
Just like everything else, I want to feel loved too.
Just like everywhere else, I want to be accepted. I feel hurt, striking the pains in my back. I feel suicidal, struggling with the ache in my head.
I can't go to the heavens, yet the earth rejects me.
I can't visit the earth when the heavens reject me.
I'm homeless, hopeless.
As I have no option but to stay in between, the dark, helpless.
I shiver in tears alone, forgotten what it feels like to be loved.
Imagining, what it feels like to be accepted.
I shiver in tears alone, knowing that nothing can stop me from dying.
Yet, nothing is so painful like this silent pain but it's the only thing I'm accepting.
I know nobody can rescue my dying soul as it's dark too.
I'm irredeemable.
And I'm sure, it's going to go through the same fate, again.
What's my fate exactly?
What's the date of this casted demon?

@Madinah_Writes



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