Angels

Angels of the darkest hell glide and rise from our minds like steam,

Icy wings and frozen skin,

One touch making us shiver in fear,

Shaking violently,

So that all moonlight is drained from our darkest hour,

Deepest hour,

Of the fastest pain and strangling tears,

Rusted halos jagged,

Slicing into our wrists and making us bleed,

Cry crimson tears,

Masking murder with suicide,

Eclipse our bruised and shattered hearts to darkness,

Like the moon devouring the sun,

Let our souls rot, let the flies gather,

Chained to the coals of hell,

Forever, the death throes last forever.

The End

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