Angel of Abyss

"My body, my voice, my soul, my life I give my all to you." An angel from the blackened heavens.

 His whitened wings covering up his abyss Sucking me, enthralling me into the ocean that is his eyes. I fall to his knees believing he's an angel of light and glory my illusion of his light.

 He rose to me, upholding my hand warm against his frozen fingers. As we walk down the bramble path, I stumble and fall, his silken voice masking the mocks and insults.

As we walk down the path he whispers into my ear, a breathy silken tone flows into me as he speaks of simple nothing's.

When we meet a tree full of fruit, his hand guides me, caressing me up to my arm and to my hand to grip the red fruit. As I take a bite of the fruit, thick black juice running down my chin and hand, staining my flesh.

His frozen fingers trail the black stain from my hand to my chin. He holds my chin up to look at me, to study me, to mock me.

His frozen hands wrap around me holding me embracing me, constricting me. I only feel his frozen embrace as the ground drifts away.

Clinging onto the angel, I look up at his entrancing eyes, those eyes that consume my mind. He looks down at me, a small smile appears he tilts his head as he grabs my hair embracing me in a kiss.

 As we kiss, the illusion over me to see him as a man of light and glory fades when he paused from kissing me black wings and abyss I finally can see.

Frozen in his grip, I look up to see the blackened heavens. I stare at the sky above, no movement or thought for my escape from the darkness above.