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skin.lab. - Diablo's Glory

Eve of a new year, funny how i still remember all the ones before and what i was doing durrin that time. Its one of those things where ya wanna be somewhere else but cant be. I hear the angel speakin to me i wanna hold her...as the ball drops to the base. i see her flying to be with the other angels durring this time. so i sit and wait in my cave of a shell. Her voice still callin to me like an echo. i reflect back to all the wispers of the past i just want to call back out to her. Stand your ground the enemy approaches from the west. lock your doors and ahand your weapons. The other voices ring allowed, I hear what they say and they dont know me anyway. voilent screams and the butchered souls i have amassed within my cave taunting me. "You are a pitiful example, and a waist of perfectly good skin". i blow it off and grasp at the thought and hold my head high. Thinkin of my lips pressed agaist hers at that one moment. The warmth of another next to me. Her wings flap the cool wind blows across my face. i reach out as she assends upwards. Bury my self in the sounds of the music she has left with me. GET AWAY, RUN.. but my heart holds me tight. i still stand my ground with my shield and sword. if i could jump up to touch i would but my armor holds me back. i look towards a new day one that shines well above all others. i sit here making my resolutions for the coming year writing them down. and i only have 4 that i want really to happen. i will do all i can to do them no matter what the fuckers do to try n stop me. small violence creeps upon me, but the wispers keeps me sane.