12 June 2012
I see the ever radiant light of expectations, the ever burning light.
I see the expecting faces of joyful spectators, the twisted glee at a circus.
I know I must spread my wings of glorious emeralds, I must fly with effortless grace to amuse.
I know I must turn the faces of expectations to those of satisfaction, in to those of relief.
I fear they will see the darkness that haunts my being, the shadows of my heart.
I fear the revolt against hope, the revolt against what I stand for.
I am stranded on an island between the oceans of truth and perception.
I see your expectant faces, obliging I am your dark angel.
Dark Angel • Opuss № I