I am a lonely angel of a god that never existed.
I am your sweet grief and painful joy of being alive while dying.
A wind of days shatters my wings.
And the spirit is gone and only a shadow's left in its place.
Becoming real is a death of a dream.

I don't want to die.
I want to be light reaching the eyes of those who can see, a wave for those that can feel, a melody for those who can hear.
I want to be shared, disappear while being consumed by understanding.
And then I shall be no more

Can you hear that voice inside your mind?
Do you see this light in the eyes of a being that cannot be human?
That's me.
I am always there for as long as you can feel.
Drink it for I shall be no more.
And thus a shadow will never come to haunt your thoughts