open ☾ When people run in circles, it's...
[OOC: edging towards insanity. ;_; I know it's hard to tag and might be until she snaps out of it for anyone that decides to thread w/ her. Since I know it's confusing, there's only demon blood and it's on her hands and shirt and specks on her face.]
a mad world
I am an angel of death. You only see me before you die.
An angel of death walks down a street in Chicago at night. The wings are out, unnoticed by the angel as she walks down the middle of the pavement. It's more like the wings are a part of her like arms or legs. The angel always has wings. There's no hiding it.
Why would they ever be hidden?
The wings are yellow but in the moonlight, they look nearly white instead.
Black blood-- demon blood drips from her on to the pavement under her feet like its announcing the fact that she was here and that she has left. It doesn't cover her. It is only on the hands-
Only on the
And the arms and the legs and its everywhere. No, it's not. She's wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and part of it is stained with the blood of a demon who died- of an angel who died- of a wanderer who-
A demon. The blood is black. It is no other color. The blood from before and before and before and before has been washed away.
I am an angel of death. You only see me before you die.
It keeps repeating through her head like a round played, like a reminder. Anyone that walks down this pavement, she'll expect to look into their eyes and see their death because that is all there is. That is all there is of her, of this, of the world. This is all the angel knows and that's all there is, right?
I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad, the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
a mad world
I am an angel of death. You only see me before you die.
An angel of death walks down a street in Chicago at night. The wings are out, unnoticed by the angel as she walks down the middle of the pavement. It's more like the wings are a part of her like arms or legs. The angel always has wings. There's no hiding it.
Why would they ever be hidden?
The wings are yellow but in the moonlight, they look nearly white instead.
Black blood-- demon blood drips from her on to the pavement under her feet like its announcing the fact that she was here and that she has left. It doesn't cover her. It is only on the hands-
Only on the
And the arms and the legs and its everywhere. No, it's not. She's wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and part of it is stained with the blood of a demon who died- of an angel who died- of a wanderer who-
A demon. The blood is black. It is no other color. The blood from before and before and before and before has been washed away.
I am an angel of death. You only see me before you die.
It keeps repeating through her head like a round played, like a reminder. Anyone that walks down this pavement, she'll expect to look into their eyes and see their death because that is all there is. That is all there is of her, of this, of the world. This is all the angel knows and that's all there is, right?
I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad, the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had