Roses bleeding red
unfaithful delusional reality and demonic intellectual minds of angelic faces with burning wings, screaming songs to their tired god whose light thats burnt out.
They ambush your life highlighting the bad and digest your vomit(humility) for emortality infecting your wounds and drinking every drop of blood wanting you to turn as cold and hollow as them.
They drain the light out of your world wasting you and bleeding you dry for them to reach their salvation, their form of life after death; their resurection. And when you plead for relief they cut you open and taste your soul greedily eating at your heart and rearranging everything before sowing you back up.
And you are left there in purgatory always pulled an inch from your unholy final death.