White wings infold black,
and something fills my throat
darkens my heart.
bright glass shatters,
into a thousand bright shards.
A scream builds in my mouth,
impending horror
vanishing love.
The hate fills violet eyes
and blue mirrors stare dully.
A mouth opens softly
and light seems to erupt
shattering windows
darkness imploding,
is it the end?
When things appear hazy
and something more creeps in.
A hand, stark white
against stained crimson of the floor
seems to rest forever,
needing nothing more.
A soft mouth goes slack
and a ruby puddle grows
little dabblets of vermilion,
against pale health-less skin.
Blue mirrors close then,
and the violet-eyed man swears.
The angel lost forever
leaves the demon broken beyond repair.
