Work #1 - Angels and Demons
Angels Angels are grey The kind of grey that seeps in through your windows and shines like dull light Angels are the sky when its clear but you still feel a chill shake your spine Angels are the crunch you feel underneath your feet on these cold days The wind you feel nipping at your exposed skin and the shiver that follows Angels themselves are fair and pure, so deathly quiet They have rivers rushing through their veins as cold and grey as the real thing Bones stretching skin and unreadable looks Blue tinged fingers and rules written between their ribs Angels are grey and blue and so very, very cold
Demons Demons, oh demons, are so very much the opposite Demons are fire, and rage, and pleasure They are red and black and vivid orange Demons are loud voices and throbbing bass Laughter echoing through darkened alleys and ink swirling over bruised skin Eyes bright and constantly shifting, cherry red to rose gold and back again Leather jackets falling off shoulders and the sound of feet on pavement Demons are determination and that feeling you feel after staying up all night They are the night, deep and dark and full of endless possibility Demons are burning and pleasurable pain and so very, very warm
