LostinArcadia

Angel, Angel, You are so beautiful, The Leader of Music, You make it graceful, You sit in the highest, Guarding the morning, Your features are shining, Your honor swelling, Angel, Angel, He loves you so, You understand this, And you let it go, Angel, Angel, Your pride is calling, No one can miss, Your chin is rising, Angel, Angel, He saw your chin rise, And He couldn't help, But to make your demise, Angel, Angel, You were so beautiful, Once the leader of Music, Making it graceful, You had sat at the highest, But now falling from the morning, Your features were once shining, But are now starting their dulling, Ange

The boy sat in his desk, a journal sat crooked in its corner. His hands were gnawed at the cuticles, signs that he was a nervous boy. His nails would come to snap at the skin, sometimes lucking out or the boy would soon pull them back by their leash. An old sweater cuffed around his pale, and skeletal wrists. Threads and tufts of fabric hung from the sleeves like a dangling bracelet. As ragged as his sweater, black hair stood out from his scalp in uneven locks as if he had cut it himself. His pale face watched the room, pale, ghost blue eyes snipering every kid that ran to catch the bus. To go home. He sat, not even bothering to get his tatte

Day is Closing, Your heart is Stopping, Pace is Quickening, Fear is Swallowing, Wolves are Calling, Wolves are Rousing, Night is Descending, Your hope is Fading, Claws are Maiming, Courage is Leaving, Wolves are Disgusting, Wolves are Revolting, The world is Hating, Hatred Masking, Don't stop Believing, Let your heart keep Beating, Night is Closing, Your heart is Breathing, Tread is Lightening, Bravery is Holding, Wolves are Withering, Wolves are Running, The Night is Dying, The Dawn is Breaking, Fangs are Retreating, Faith is Following, Wolves are Cowering, Wolves are Waning, The world is Brightening, Love is Lif