Angel Eyes

5. *Get Ready For Some Music*

I scrambled my hand into my bags. Looking for the dress that I should show him. Or maybe just make him look at me once over.

All the girls were in the room, talking about their masters. A hard exterior was made from only about 4 hours.

I took in deep breaths and slipped into a dress that all the boys looked at me in at the store. I strapped on my black heals that seemed to attracted them.

My hair was curled to perfection and my makeup looked very attractive to male with the bad girl look. Which looked outstanding with the cute shape and frame my body was in.

When I turned around, all I saw was girls caking their faces for their masters, some even doing it for each other. I stepped over and around the girls that we're getting ready.

My hand reached the cold metal of the door and my body slipped in between the metal stabilities.

Couples walked down the hallways, so I just followed the trail of couples coming down the hallways, down to the 'ball room.'

The doors where opened and the room was set up with a dark theme and I saw Angel singing a famous song that made my heart fluttered.

'Black Damask' by Motionless In White.

It clicked, he was from the most famous band... Motionless in white.

The thought made me flutter and blush.

My master was amazing.

I came closer to hear more and hear it louder then it was.

"Now what have I become?

It's more black in my heart.

Than the ice in your lungs.

Hail elegance as we revel in the lust of pure destruction.

"Miss Cadaverous", let me light the darkness in your eyes.

I am yours.

Like the stillness of a corpse.

With a heart bound by ache

Though it doesn't beat it breaks.

I am cursed

I sew my eyes shut just to sleep.

We're caught in all the webs we weave

No sonnet for the recently deceased.

They lie awake just to hear you scream

Strip the world and paint it fucking black

Now what have you become?

You once felt like home

Now a ghost in the fog.

The funeral song of misery was played on keys of ivory

"Miss Cadaverous", show me who you really fucking are

In my eyes I am yours

Such a paleness I adore

With a heart bound by pain

Though it doesn't beat it breaks

I am cursed

I sew my eyes shut just to sleep.

We're caught in all the webs we weave

No sonnet for the recently deceased.

They lie awake just to hear you...

Right here, right now

Burn it fucking down