angels cry amoung us
weeping over corrupted souls
lost to the fiery nights
and infinite blackness.
sinister tounges
lash out and destroy
innocence and simplicity
knocking us down
like fragile pawns
in an eternal chess game
of good vs. evil.
malignant demons
are like parasites
corroding hearts and passions
infesting honesty like magots.
silver wings
wrap around us
embracing us
with comfort and relief
but the black hole in our minds
slurps them up
like vampires of purity
creating silent incisions
in our spirits.
one by one, the saviors
dissapear
their halos crumble
as they, too, begin to fall
and become human.

~(\o/)