I taught myself how to trap angels it was the only way to ignore the constant agony.
I would lay notebooks filled with words on the floor around my bed, then down they would fly to search for their names and before they could escape, my smoke cloud would cover their wings in sadness making them too heavy to lift.
What else could I have done for them ?
I can't stand the freedom of their flight, I always thought that angel wings should be stripped away so people can see past what they believe to be.
Sometimes when the nights get colder I open the old box I've hidden from sight and pick through the bones of all the angels I've trapped here in this empty room, it's just another way to ignore this constant agony for a short time.
I would lay notebooks filled with words on the floor around my bed, then down they would fly to search for their names and before they could escape, my smoke cloud would cover their wings in sadness making them too heavy to lift.
What else could I have done for them ?
I can't stand the freedom of their flight, I always thought that angel wings should be stripped away so people can see past what they believe to be.
Sometimes when the nights get colder I open the old box I've hidden from sight and pick through the bones of all the angels I've trapped here in this empty room, it's just another way to ignore this constant agony for a short time.