Why must angels only fall?

[lighthawkdragon]

We pray for a beginning,
We cry for it to end.
We praise the progression,
but reject the degression.

The glory days have passed,
long but not forgotten.
Nothing to believe in,
and everything to loose.

We fight the shadows that threaten to corrupt,
We beg their mercy.
We ask the shadows that threaten to corrupt,
We beg their power.

Nobody is real anymore.

We struggle with those masks,
Bearing them with pride..
..shame..
..disgust..

The sky is real,
but you can't touch it.

Does that mean it's fake?

The stars are real,
but can you touch them?

Does that mean they're real?

Ponder your own thoughs,
Think about thinking.

Does it make sense yet?

Question your heart,
Think about it's motives.
It does what it wants to do,
Does it question you?

Sometimes..

Why must an ignorant mind push the subject of haste,

Why must angels only fall?