A kaleidoscope of blood and feathers.
An angel's taken it's final breaths.
Silence falls upon bloodied rags as breath's drawn no more.
Naught but a sodding memory to dwell forever within the confines of this unhinged mind.
Feed it a fucking cookie every now and again to give it a perpetual sense of purpose so it'll keep it's bloody trap shut.
Now to take a few more moments to come to terms with Marionette and all affairs should be in order.
And I can continue my unfinished 'transaction' with my business partner...
Wrapped in wings, an asphyxiated angel screams.
A liar's tale.
Keeping with the theme of things.
A thieve's landing upon your lips .
Casting a glow.
The deed's you sow.
Loose lips to sink the ships.
A simple slit to do the trick.
I doubt the demon's seem to care.
Caught with nothing but thin air.
Given time and stolen grace.
The devil's children granted face.
Hmm... I hear my vocals screaming again.
I need the thread and needle...