AND SO THE MANIC ANGEL FALLS
The pitiful fool, like a broken toy dying in the dark. The dark like a fool in bare disguise, a mimic of a liar and I have no right to stand here. What the day broke and shredded on the ground at my feet. What the night begged to swallow, to hide, to choke in morbid defeat. I do not wish to lie... Sign in to see full entry.