You come to visit me and all you see is a dead corpse. My soul was dead in the first place. Emotionless. Unexpressional. Mixed hidden emotions all in a corpse who was never meant live. Now dead. I want to cry, but right now and for an eternity I'm too dead to cry. Even if I did I wouldn't feel it. All I feel is the pain and sorrow I left in my body when I was alive. Alive? Wait... Why was I alive? Who and what did I live for? I had no friends, family, no loves. But yet you come and visit me at my tomb, grave. What do you want? Did you come to mourn me, forgive me, love me? Or did you come to dig me up from my grave, to do some weird ritual and bring me back to life where I can re-live my pain all over again? You speak in a soft, yet sad voice " I'm sorry, forgive me my love..." You had a torch and threw it at my home, tomb, grave! What did I do to you?! My bones are on fire, along with my coffin. Then I feel pleasant as my soul feels lifted. "Welcome back, don't fall from the sky again or you won't be here but somewhere else." A voice says. I guess what they said on Earth was true, I am a fallen angel.