Blessed with Hatred
Recall the silence you feel with every ounce of hatred within like a brooding storm of scarlet masked beneath your unforgiving sin. Ivory glistens as if polished by the moon, but you are as obsidian, silent and cold. Sharply igniting the pain inside, the cold glaze of the fiery glames swirls about you, consuming you.
One wing rises above the flying ash, the scent of rage blinding your eyes groping for some sense of security as you suddenly come to realize... your life was a lie...all that you were has crumbled away to reveal what you are... your voice so silent and commanding, you are blessed with hatred, and always will be.
Sin of fallen angels · Wed Aug 09, 2006 @ 03:21am · 0 Comments |