written by: Fallen Engel
Your ambiance is devouring my being as an eclipse consumes its unknowing devoid target. How did this slow, all-encompassing vapor get inside and braid our ends together? Was it luck of the draw or loneliness that dealt us this unexpected hand? Who sent this intermediary angel to fix such a plague? See, it is not just us on our own but the tethering of desolate lost souls.