I didn't wait for my bones to heal
I didn't wait to calm myself down;
I just waited for nighttime to hide my tracks
And cover up a murder
The world would never know about.
- Vengeance felt better when steaming hot.
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Starry Nights and Fallen Angels...
PoésieHere lies the charred remains of her sanity, Which she spends to console herself. On starry nights. With no one by her side, The fallen angel sits on her throne, Beside her , stand her courtiers of stone. All alone; So alone, She crowns hersel...
