My Angles of Life

An angel of unimaginable beauty and intellect still carries a spec of darkness in the light that follows in it's wake.

My angel spawned from the depths of death and creation is the enigma that keeps my life turning.

From every angle it is seen as the beauty that is my driving force.

The vertex of my life.

She carries the weight of my burdens with me.

Always helping me through my quarrels in life.

The muse that shadows my very existence, brings hope and despair into physical being.

She torments me with the hope that I will capture her one day, the untamable.

My muse curses me with every sleeping moment of my existence with the fear of recurrence.

Every reenactment the same and yet different for a new face is placed upon her blinding beauty.

The darkness that shrouds the very essence twists and distorts my judgment.

It makes it impossible to see that I am but a tool once more.

She uses me to the very edge of sanity waiting till I am ready to break.

I stretch far beyond normal means and yet I rebound just as fast.

Evolution takes place in my very soul, my very identity comes into question.

Who am I that makes it so easy to be life's tool of pleasure?

What makes my kindness go unseen by those I look towards for comfort?

How does my vertex connect with all those around me and yet stays incompatible with any that I conjoin with?

Where is the missing puzzle piece to the maze of my life hiding?

When will I find that piece and become complete?

Is she going to become my next unicorn?