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 dont really live up to the name. Im as human as you, except with fucking huge wings st