V
Angels Always Die
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"Pathetic. I can't believe you want to waste your life away doing that. And you hang out with her! What's that bitch gonna do for you? Huh? Open your eyes, Kai!"
"For the hundredth time, Kai, you have to listen to me if this is going to work! How can we function if you're too incompetent to do the simple shit that I ask? And don't even give me that 'I don't want to' bull. This is all for you! So start acting like you actually care! Grow up!"
Tch. 'Grow up.' I grew up alright.
He strums his guitar and sings a chord before he starts, "White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes. Burnt lungs, sour taste." People's heads turn once he begins.
"Light's gone, day's end, struggling to pay rent. Long nights, strange men.
"And they say she's in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream. Been this way since eighteen, but lately, her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries. And they scream, 'the worst things in life come free to us' 'Cause we're just under the upper-hand I'm going mad for a couple of grams, and she don't want to go outside tonight. And in a pipe, she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man. It's too cold outside for angels to fly. Angels to fly.
"Ripped gloves, raincoat, tried to swim and stay afloat. Dry house, wet clothes.
"Loose change, bank notes, weary-eyed, dry throat. Call girl, no phone.
"And they say she's in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream. Been this way since eighteen, but lately, her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries. And they scream, 'the worst things in life come free to us' 'cause we're just under the upper-hand I'm going mad for a couple of grams, and she don't want to go outside tonight. And in a pipe, she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man. It's too cold outside for angels to fly.
"Now angel will die. Coveref in white, closed eye and hoping for a better life. This time, now we'll fade out tonight. Straight down the line.
"And they say she's in the Class A Team, stuck in her daydream. Been this way since eighteen, but lately, her face seems, slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries. And they scream, 'the worst things in life come free to us' 'cause we're just under the upper-hand I'm going mad for a couple of grams, and she don't want to go outside tonight. And in a pipe, she flies to the Motherland, or sells love to another man. It's too cold outside for angels to fly, fly. Angels to fly, to fly, to fly.
"Angels to die."
Applause builds up from the small crowd of ten or twelve in front of him.
While grinning widely (he's a little shocked that he drew a crowd at all) he thanked the people as they plopped money in his guitar case. Whether it's five dollars or one cent, he's happy.
It's been quite a while since he's sung that song. Especially in public. But broke highschoolers need money, so here he sits with his favorite redwood guitar in hand.
High fifty degree temperature, a few clouds dot the sky and others cover some spots in a thin film of white like a stretched out cotton balls. His favorite kind of day. Only way it could be better is if it were in the warmer upper sixty's.
The park itself has a lot of foot traffic, of which he really enjoys because he gets to people watch. One woman is rushing somewhere with her child in hand and a slightly older child right behind her in tow.
What time is it? Noon... Hmm. Wonder where she's hurrying off to...
He strums his guitar while he examines the immediate dispersing crowd and begins to write a small autobiography about everyone in his mind.
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