Demonic Angel

I've grown up knowing that nothing can ever be permanent. Nothing will ever just stay the way they are. Over time things change, it may seem hard to accept that things change but somehow we learn to grow into it, and just accept everything, and take it all in.

I conceal my fears, insecuirties, pain with a smile, to create an illusion to everyone. I've accepted the obscuirty of my existence. In the end I'll only be another person walking the street, enjoying the sun's faint warmth on my face, and yet again, it goes away and the cold rushes through my body once more. Over and over again.