I am Angel
I am an angle
I am the angel
No
I'm no angel
But I wish I was
I wish I was so goddamn bad
I wish I was the creature
Some thing
Made of eyes and feathers and the scraps of the flesh that yet cling to my frame
Covered in the blood that once filled my insides, showing teeth that could devour theirs
I want to be this horrifying, sexy, disturbing, powerful creature
Something that when one looks, they don't see a man
They don't see this idea of self that was imposed unto me, the shitty implications of action that come with the way I just exist
I want them to see power
To see beauty
To see strength
To see something that is wholly different from themselves
Something desired by all kinds of people in all kinds of ways
Because power is sexy
Power is control
Control is security
Security is safety
And safety is an assurance of freedom
I can do what I want, when I want, however I want
I can dress as I like without fear of being judged or singled out
I can act a way that wouldn't immediately be off-putting because it wasn't what they thought when they saw me.
I want to be released from these shackless the Lord so cruelly imposed onto me.
This dead weight flesh, suffering amongst a collective of idiots that need me to look and act all different ways to be accepted and not alienated.
I'm tired of being alone
Not being wanted
Romantically, platonically, etcetera
I want to be that freak that draws their eyes to my own in envy and jealousy
I want to be enjoyed
I want to be Angel
















