#mune drops

[mune-drop-ink]

Heaven's heavy golden gates creak open for you. Their eyes, they're so warm as they greet you.

Welcome home, they all say.

Welcome home.

[mune-drop-ink]

The cold of my rings bites into my fingers, but I'd prefer the numbing cold to a day burning up.

The sun is too bright, every surface too much. My back in burning, my head is full if cotton. Soon my head will be filled with flames, just like my back, my shoulders, my neck..

Just as my eyes burn separately, gouged out by pressing tears there to put out the flames. But they only make it worse and worse and worse.

My wings are torn, they feel detached. My halo shattered, is this what falling feels like..?

Why does every part of me hurt like this..