Death of an Angel
She burnt your crest into my soul. Smudged love letters in the trash can. They wish for golden bracelets for their necks like leashes. To cut off pieces of their bodies and hand over their sanity. She watches until she drowns.
She burnt your crest into my soul. Smudged love letters in the trash can. They wish for golden bracelets for their necks like leashes. To cut off pieces of their bodies and hand over their sanity. She watches until she drowns.