Upon a bed of feathers broken at the veins
as if to drown the world in the crimson blood of molting angels.
I lay here drunk and intoxicated by the memory of the feeling of our last kiss.
Watching the rest of the outside world and its people
rot themselves in their own sorrow filled corruption
But the suffering of humanity can mean nothing to me now
Not until I can fly out of this hole where feathers of molting angels fall and bleed
for these broken feathers and bloody wings remind me of how
I lost you and my dreams replacing them with nightmares as my wings were shorn off by angels
By command of destinies fury
So I will lay in wait upon a bed of feathers
Breaking them at the veins until this inner world fills with the blood of molting angels.
Waiting ever so non contently intoxicated by the thought of being with you my dear
This hole is such a damned thorn in my side
as so to prevent me from my dreaming of filling the world with the art of a prince
A rotting prince whose memories make him regret his very breathing
And thus he strikes at destiny herself
I lay here and watch as destiny corrupts and creates a sorrow filled damnation
That humanity and its outside world are too afraid to escape
All the while letting the molted feathers of angels fall into my inner world this rotting hole
so I can snap and break them at the veins
Drowning my inner world until I rise and leave behind my burning nightmares
And close the gap on my dream of being immortal
Though the ink blood of my living legacy
my beautiful art yet dieing with
My dear sweet angel Rhiannon
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