As the Clock Ticks by: Moonliel-Lucifer

Cold and wet, the Celestial being

cries and clings

to pillars of shadows

lost alone empty

a desolate feeling of guilt

the crimson liquid

spilled of passion

no time, too late

the gleaming metal

lying, seeping, on the floor

shrinking back

dark clouds gather

drowning slowly

warmth

forgiveness on tongue

recognition

praise by another

rejection

flying high

wisps move aside

sky becomes light

bright, shining, burning

And the day starts again.

A/N:

For some reason the spacing I want to put on this poem is not working. I will still keep this poem up, but the format is all wrong. If someone knows how to fix this spacing problem, please email, PM, or review to let me know. Thanks!