falling

By: Ashly

They were fallen children. Tainted by war at such a young age, each of them has been marked with cold, red slashes. And each line was unmerciful of its shouting message of condemnation.
They were fallen angels. Their wings having been broken from their too early flights. Having been broken by humanity’s crushing hand, each bone had been ground to irreparable stages. No more was the hope of restoration.
They were fallen soldiers. Victorious yet defeated. With honor they fought, yet still, there were countless lives they’ve taken. They still feel like murderers despite assuring humanity's survival. And they knew that. They knew from the beginning that they were cursed with damnation.
They were broken dreamers. Dreams once bright were now just tainted with dark, bloody red. In their sleep the accusing, crimson eyes stared at them, their victims screams never leaving them to rest. War or not they would always be like this, living with trepidation.
And yet…Heero wondered why he never hit the ground. He had been falling for so long. So very long. His wings were far from being able to fly back up and he lacked the will to actually climb back with his limbs. His whole body had been numbed ever since the first shed of blood and he lost all hope back then. He only fought on auto mode. Never thinking why he fought.