(2008-09-16 16:57:38 Kara rolls 6 dice to hunting (cha+manip) 2,1,10,1,3, 10 (failure)

Those venomous fumes like ghosts imitating angels
Came and brushed death thru his hair with loving strokes
Telling him pretty lies and flowery stories

*The night was a waste...or should I say the night was wasted?

What attracted me to that club was not the loud, melancholy music, nor the garish light-fictures in the shape of hearts that hung over-head. It was not the scent of alcohol, nor the promise of drugs...honest. What had let me there was the wings he wore on his back.

It was not Halloween yet, but he looked like something dug out of the depths of Camden town, high as I had never seen anyone in a long time. In his mind it was probably the celebration of the ghosts and ghouls.

Black attier, black hair, black eye-make up...and too much of it. Black nails, black soul, and a huge pair of black angels wings on his back. I bet if you were to bleed him his blood would have been black, as well.

Perhaps it was the fact that I was so messed up in my mind, that no matter how I tried, no matter how I lied with pretty tales and empty promises I could not convince him that he ought to be mine. With sad tones he slipped away from me as I ran my fingers though his hair; even after I offered him my words, a drink...or seven, he still looked down from his place upon a pedistil and told me that he could never be good enough for me.

Then he placed his hands over the black satin ribbons holding the wings in place and set them free...giving them to me.

The air had the scent of cloves and roses. Tomorrow I would have to make an appearence at the Opera House for a private performance, but tonight was tonight.

My head was spinning as though I had shot myself full of a million mixtures, and it was bitter-sweet.

My stomach hissed empty as I made my way home. Tonigh's hunger I would have to ignore.

The roads were silent, eeirily so and it was beautiful. Fall was upon us casting its first fragments of cold. The air was crisp as I walked home, my arms crossed over my chest, the visions of celestial beings floated above me. Dark feathers slipped away flittering to the ground as in my insane, intoxicated state was imitating angels.*

Sail a sad ship across the sea out to the edge of this world
And I ain't coming back cuz I didn't leave nothin' behind
All the old crowd still hangs out imitating angels
But I ain't found a halo here no matter how I tried
And I tried

((italic words are not mine they belong to Inger Loree and the Nymphs--->http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2hnbOW0tAWI&feature=related))  

--Last edited by UltimateZen on 2008-09-16 19:17:12 --