Fallen Angel

My tongue uttered words so soft that no one could hear. My eyes watched the dreary sun rise and turn the black night to shades of gray. I lay alone in this cold bed and watch, sleep tugging at me. I shake off its call and stand up to wander. Their voices mocking in the back of my mind. I still feel their spirits, those who cared for me. Their death still hanging in the air. I glimpse at those in the house that still sleep as if nothing was wrong. My body shakes with rage, How could they so easily forget? Gods make them choke on their own blood, I wish. I return to my frozen room, and peer at my roommate. I feel my eye twitch. She lay there, sleeping peacefully, toothpaste on her face to stop the pimples. No wonder her goddess punishes her. She constantly proclaims to be the most beautiful being, claims to be all knowledgeable. Her punishment has yet to finish. I sit down on my unwelcoming bed and stare out the glass door and watch dark turn to light, waiting for the day the gods take me back...