I have the mark of the angels

layered delicately atop a sinner's skin.
There is a seraphium's heart beating
deep beneath my scarred chest and
Lucifer's fading light pushes out
this breath. I know you don't quite
understand how this can be
but you see on the day Heaven dropped
it's brightest star neither party bled
until long after their children were born.

I have the mark of the angels

layered delicately atop a sinner's ashen skin.
There is a seraphium's heart beating
deep beneath my scarred chest and
Lucifer's fading light is all I have left
pushing out my few remaining breaths.

Don't worry I am not alone
(you are never alone)
there are a million others

just like us.