written by: Fallen Engel
My tears cascade like drops of invisible porcelain upon my red cheekbones while the chimerical beast roams through our abandoned ballroom on asylum grounds. The pain of his severed soul is so glorious to behold. The steeple of razors bequeath his crown where once his hat was of a noble king. Now, suicide is on his decaying throne and martyrdom is not his to behold.