Angel WreathMature

Some images from a combination of daydreams and nightmares of mine. I finally stopped lucid dreaming.

Lily petals, mutilation, bleeding,

A white tunnel of

Bloody raindrops and silver crosses

Pouring on stone gardens.

Do you like this hall of

Broken mirrors?

Spidered glass and jagged

Thorns.

The girl within the funeral

Wreath.

Alice in Wonderland or chains?

Whips tear into

Sensitive

Angel's flesh.

The wings welt up,

The roses rot.

You're alive inside

And I am not...

The End

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