Fingerprints on my eyes like ten tiny maps to heaven. Or ten rogue angels torching the house of god. I fell something pressing against my kidneys. Maybe a pair of wings. Maybe the ghost of a bullet.
shes doesnt care they dont care about me leave them faster then ever was it worth it was it perfect i can still tast the blood in my mouth i can still tast your kiss and i cant stay its all my fault it wont be the same again