• your wings have slowly started to mold but your falling quickly. falling to which you think have no hope. you hide it behind your beautiful smile but to my reaping angel eyes i can see the fear in your eyes of being helpless and broken. it would make my blood run red again and my soul light up if i could only help which my dark demon sould will certainly be there to catch a falling angels tears and her without her wings they say beautiful things fall from heaven they only mean the souls of those who lose there butterfly wings but i can foretell you are losing your's to the firey rage of a broken heart and i even though have already fallen will be there to catch your soul in my cold hands and sooth your wounds with words and encouragement from the lips of my cold dead soul, hopefully to heat both your.s and mine so our cold hearts will turn red and our souls with shine brightly