Friday, December 12, 2008
feathers of wings
For how long have i chased those wings
Hoping that they would sing
A tune filled with grim
Where i call them "My Angels of Sin"


Feathers of black, white and gray
Never thought they would belong to the day
Drinking crimson as i thought they would say
But none of those, only chardonnay


A perfect pictures of those black feathers
Lain in a bed where red roses wither
A smile he flashed shows his bitter
And now my dream starts to shatter... ...









Geez. I really wanted to continue. But my manga series are telling me otherwise.
*roll eyes*


Anyway, i've just realized. The feathers i was so interested in (yes, not camels for now) aren't part of my vampire clan's feature.


I thought my vampires were afraid of the sun, garlic and crosses. But i never knew how wrong i am. And now, they proved to me that they aren't thirsty for blood... and those wings never belonged to them.


The ones i'd been chasing after aren't them. The black wings doesn't belong to the vampires. Neither the devil. The white wings aren't part of the angels. Neither those pesky pigeons by the roadside. The gray wings are never part of the cursed. Nor are they hybrids from both sides.


I NEVER KNEW HOW WRONG I AM...

I never... ...




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