His wings are grey and trailing

Azrael, Angel of Death

And yet the souls Azrael brings

Across the dark and cold

Look up beneath those folded wings

And find them lined with gold

My favorite pastas:

The Cleansing

The Russian Sleep Experiment

Maybe

Normal Porn For Normal People

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I Love You Till The Day You Die

The Gallery of Henri Beauchamp

Beheaded By My Own Hand

Steven

My stories:

Chain

The Pillowcase

That Which Feeds on Life

My poetry:

My Forever

Wonderful