He was my Angle,
I thought he had come to save me.
But his wangs were not made of fathers but of bones and his heart of cole. Of a fire that died out long ago, now with no warmth left to give. What happened to make him this way, this Angel of Bitterness.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC
He was my Angle,
I thought he had come to save me.
But his wangs were not made of fathers but of bones and his heart of cole. Of a fire that died out long ago, now with no warmth left to give. What happened to make him this way, this Angel of Bitterness.
