cloudysunnyskie

I think mirrors are funny, because I can look at them and press my hands against my face in the glass, and they will never touch my skin

Oh baby, let's play make believe. You'll be the serpent                    I'll be Eve Whisperin' in my ear so sweet. Oh, it's the kiss of the devil wrapped in soft fine silk It's the road of good intentions paved in honey and milk     and it makes my mouth like fire burn     and away from it my feet won't turn But God knows it feels so good

Go on. Beat your iron wings against the leaden bars-- let's place a bet, you and me, to see which one gives       out            first. Bright bright eyes you have. Pretty eyes. I want them. I always have--                                           That's why they call me Envy, you know.                                                                                  I'm just so goddamned jealous. Beating, beating, beating, thump, beating. Your fingers twitch.                             Ah, lovely. A sign of life.                             Those wings still have some fight in them, huh? Good. Fight me, baby, let's see