She lay there silently after doing what had to be done. Her ignorant thoughts finally silenced as cuts throbbed with numbing pain. She's fallen again - fallen into the wrath of her deepest dispares. Gods sung as she bathed in the tormented bliss, remaining isolated from the demons who have once again locked her innocence away. Skin was torn from her fingers; her face, porcelain; frozen by pain itself. Angel was pushed - she was shoved by monsters; nightmares that filled her pure mind with the most vulgare thoughts. Purity herself lay dorment on cold slates of stone, surrounded with only the wine and blood of lost hopes, broken promises, forgotten dreams. The sacrement of love has yet to be found - angel living on nothing but the painful cries of lost wraithes. Wrists glistened with the trickle of essence leaking from the wounds of a ruined spirit. It all ends soon. The passion inside fading away like the romance in a stone. A deep kiss from Death himself rest 'pon her silky lips. Angel's chest rose then fell with each breath that escaped. Her soul writhed within her form, stealing away her life. It's ending now as her final breath leaves her mass in a soft gasp. Angel's soul is rescued by her suicide, only to be reborn into fading whispers and unseen faces - the new beggining to a horrible end.
(This was written after something horrible happened to me... something that should never have happened...)
