Whose invisible arms were cradling me?
No playing. Just a festivity of kids in debates. On a brain fire.
Acceptance meant a kill.
I created a rebellious spectacle designed to break hearts.
A trick that simply meant… ‘We don’t like you! Go away!’
The wall clock made its prestige known. What did it want?
Goodbye… Goodbye… Goodbye…
The angels betrayed me!
So I had to have a serious talk with an angel from heaven.
The magic to bring Angel to life, so I would have a good friend.