(Open rp, be the girl on top. I'm an angel and she's a demon) I looked at her, a cigarette clutched gently in her hand. "You see" she whispered "there's two types of people in this world. Those that do bad things, and those who have bad
Rivers of salty water flow from my eyes My eyelashes stick together Like tree branches in the wind The river floods, down the hills into the valley and off the edge The river becomes waterfall, plummeting into the lake.