Arbitrary Angel

Victor then proceeds to continue with his previously demonstrated levels of making good life choices, while now also constantly looking over his shoulder for his Creation and having the vapors at every little thing because oh noes, it's The Monster come back to Get Him-!!!

that some dying god tore their sorrow and pain from their chest and made me

Maybe it's some fucked up form of love for another

maybe I was made to memorialise someone's life

I think if you stripped me down to my skeleton and peeled the calcium from the marrow

you would find the dying gods sorrow and pain smashed together

I think I was carved and shaped by a dying man's hand and the knife that killed him

I think I'm not meant to be happy

sometimes I think that I exist to be a reminder of the dying gods pain

I think I exist to remind someone of his pain

I hope they don't need me anymore

I hope they remember his pain

I'm growing tired of existing to remind someone of pain