The tears streaming,
The cries heard.
The pettiful person yelling my name for some unbound reason,
The sword shimmering in the snow filled of blood,
The scent is the the smell of a dead carcas,
And yet it's not it's the following blood of a angel crying and singing to the heart of the demons desire,
Why? i walked up to the angel. Why are you singing to this demon, The angel was crying blood. I as soon as relized it was because something or some one she loved had once died.
i realized it had been me.
 Nyreu_Nero · Fri Jan 16, 2009 @ 01:24am · 0 Comments |
