ANGELS OF HORROR
hallée
Woods had burnt black
And branches had started to snap
Under their knees
Hallowed ground sung
While the soldier boys hung
Bruises on ankles and palms
He wouldn’t have kissed her that night
If he knew, she wasn’t so calm.
Wailing at the sky
Begging to be good
To know how, instead of cry;
She knows what she had done
Spat out in her filth;
How could they forgive, in all her guilt?
Black tongue licks wounds
Blood splatters on torn chemises
The surrounds seemed to darken, as she beg and pleaded.
Scream.
Scream!
When you are seen
Her in moonlight
You’ll know you’re dying
And you won’t fight.
And she’ll kiss your cheek
Whilst she guts you
From foot to peak.
Hallée is an aspiring artist in pursuit of her great manifesto. She spends her time dancing between words and the ethereal, turning her ills into something beautiful. She crawls through the macabre to the music of metal, twirling riffs in her hair; and with her adoration of music, she is expanding her endeavours to lyric writing and dabbling in the possibilities of a song. Fragments of her mind are posted on her Instagram.
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