Angel He wasn’t watching for anything in particular; just staring out with dull grey irises at the rain falling. This grim morning dense clouds were spitting slanted sheets of dirty water over a world of concrete and tarmac. He twirled the glowing tip of a slim, dying cigarette between thick white fingers, the crown of his fingertips the misshapen, time-worn yellow nails. It wasn’t as if this pathetic excuse for a man mattered, or made a difference to anyone in his sphere of influence. No-one would miss him if he were to disappear without a trace, to vanish away into the rain and the smoky gloom. Of couAngel
Now you knowUnshakeable positivity Always look on the bright sideNow you know
It’s hard when it’s raining Just watch the grey, watch it fall Watch us fall with them
I’m the one who’s left for dead How do you feel now you know How do you feel now you know how it feels
Untouchable sensitivity Write a song to make it better My senses are straining Hide your face, hide from it all I never had any armour
by *bloom797
by =acidlullaby
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O Rose! Thou art sick! The invisible worm that flies in the night, in the howling storm, has found out thy bed of crimson joy, and his dark secret love does thy life destroy.
How did you get to my gallery anyway?
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have a nice day
mimithebrain
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