satan kiss'd

One thousand black feathers falling falling beyond her grasp failing in overtures of pain and exponential death she sits here sometimes, two towering behemoths in tow she dies here sometimes just to sink it all good and low with open eyes she looks up and sees the naught abound with open eyes she looks up and feels my arms around tasting shadows all over the view of a world many worlds away and turns about like smoke spirals blown from her face her skin pulled tight, her faith burned in sacrificial whim as nothing works out nothing again wax on the eyelids from the night before she whispers for ennui casting me as bore her skin pulled tight her hand on the door but I don't care for it, not anymore.