Kaiine

Simple pleasures Simple lies Simple life Now thats a lie Meaningless meanings Faithless hope Faceless god Knotted rope Round your neck Breath sweet breaths Rope in hand You welcome death Stalling now Breath dust before you go Did it for attention Though no one would know Times unwind Like rope in hand Fighting yourself You've made your last stand

A teenage looking girl is perched on a lab desk, smoking a cigarette, dark hair falling over one eye. She looks nervous and edgy and has been chain smoking for the past 20 minutes. Throughout the interview, her eyes are fixed on the cigarette. Where did I come from? The sky. The wind and the earth. The birds and the bees and all that jazz. What am I? An angel. Not a seraphim, a dominion or an archangel. Just an Angel, created by our Mother Earth, from the flesh and feathers of her birds. I suppose you could call me a Guardian Angel, although I don’t really live up to the name. I’m as human as you, except with fucking huge wings st