An angel with furled wings of raven feathers conceiling a widow’s dress and our unholy fears long black hair and deep penetrating eyes see through our glass souls and the ghosts who may rise snow-white flesh dwelling her develish horns beautiful corpse beneath a halo of thorns
Tag: penetrating eyes
Never be so sure. . .
Its been so long since I’ve taken mescaline and shrooms. I’m finally in that midstate again. The walls pulsing and everything is so beautiful. Sara is beside me in the chair by the couch.