Sep 10, 2017
Pray
Angels with cigarettes and petty grudges against the heavens for their words. Their minds are heavy with memories like silken honey in which they can no longer taste.
Demons with solemn prayers on their lips, for they are unclean and they only want to breathe without their chest caving in, leaving a mess of bloody lies and filthy truths.
The angels are ripping the feathers from their backs and sobbing with the pain as blood coats their hands, in shades of gold and silver.
The demons have long given up on any type of faith, they have succumbed to constant anger, they pity none. They have torn off their claws and have shed tears of blood.
Oh, how we pray for them.
