collection of Pretty angels that fell.

"I smell the flesh now, as it burns
My heighten senses ' Like a sulfur acid tear, That begs my blood to stop' Nothing of the darkness , to will it away, no pause
Can make it stop , beyond the cloak of night stars, my birth to raise all hell, remembrance of that sulfur, the final drop'
The smell, moment of madness ,
Burning upon my skin, collection of Pretty angels that fell, into the depths of sin".
Nardine Sanderson 28/12/2014.