Are angels real?
Collapsed on your knees, the fuse finally run out smashing your life to shards of glass all around you. Struggles snapping through the desolate chill of pure aching loneliness wrapping its sharpened talons around every thought, thieving away at every sense of peace and hope attempting to shine through. Through tear stained eyes, you see a sliver of light, washing peace over you if only for a moment, escaping the cold restraints.
Are we angels?
Some wings are unseen some halos disguised by flesh and thorns. All the same, evil can deceive with a kiss.