<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/3065487226040698393?origin\x3dhttp://irinahime-yume.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>
-x- +__WorDs oF a mYstEriOus AngeL__+ -x-


Must I slit my wrist, swallow sleeping pills or eat panadol with coke to make you realize how hurt I am. Because of your change in attitude, I had no choice but to build a shield, an invisible wall between us.

Is there a need for me to die before you realize how much troubles I have or there might be none, since all my troubles will be gone with me. Six feet under might be a good place for me though.

Life is full of pain, let downs and suffering but the last thing to come out of the Pandora's Box --- Hope! But she forgot about mine. My hopes are, but empty hopes. Hopes that are being shattered once and again. My heart is broken. It has been shattered too many times. My heart shatters with my hopes which shatter at least once every day. Its way beyond amendments. Not even your love can help.

Should I collapse one day in order to let you know my deteriorating health? I might not live that long. I try to look forward, stay happy always. But those are just a mask. A tool used, to hide the true me. To prevent myself from being seen through and gain sympathy. I don't need sympathy. I need your love. Maybe, I am not meant to be a human. But a slave, an animal in human form. One that cannot help it, but just see things happen.

What is my need in coming to Earth? Suffer with no hopes? Why? Who can answer me? Maybe God will? But where is He? I might have turned to Satan for help before God can help me. God has too many people to look after and too few people are fit to be an Angel. Satan has lots of Devils that appears whenever Satan is busy to help. There is an Angel and a Devil in everyone. But it is easier to lure the Devil out than the Angel. True Angels are hard to come by...


Mysterioangel,
A heartbroken 'Angel'
that will soon turn 'Devil'




©Copyrights

What's here , Remains here =)
No Ripping, PLEASE!

ThE MaglcaL On3
Dr[e]am LanD
whlsp3r
Dr[e]amT oF...