evilirishangel

Draw me close to thy Elysian folds, breathe new life into my dying eyes. This meteoric and wretched Fall of mine, far beyond measure of distance or of time, hath left me no comfort but the cold, and my skin—that once resembled ivory most fair— swathed in contumelious singe. Prematurely entombed into Kingdom of Abyss, laying twisted, woeful, and maimed, I call with voice straining in vain to gain a long-lost cadence. Lo! what prize such lowly efforts find, as I am blinded by brilliance without bound. The saturnine clouds in which my mind had drowned part like seas before an Anointed Prophet's hand. What perfe