Lake View Cemetery: The Haserot Angel
It’s called the Angel of Death Victorious. Due to an effect of weathering and erosion on the bronze, the statue appears to be weeping black tears at all times.
Sometimes, bad guys make the best good guys. [x]
old-fashioned heroes only exist in old-fashioned storybooks, clara
just a big bundle of anxiety that sleeps too much and really likes space
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"You swallowed the light.
You swallowed it,
and all the children in all the villages
came down from the mountains
singing about the north star
and how they saw it in your belly.
This is what you do.
You take a broken thing and you
make it more broken.
You eat the stars and lick your fingers.
You lead a small army of lost boys into oblivion
because you are too lonely to tell them
that you haven’t figured out where you’re going.
Blame the bad days.
Blame the ghosts
and all the monsters your father
warned you about.
You want to be the hero, and you’re
trying, but this is bigger than you
and you can’t put your fist through it.
Not this time.
You swallow the light because
you think you can keep it safe.
The lost boys are still lost boys
but now and they ask questions that you can’t answer.
You swallow the light and try not
to choke around the burning.
Pretend it’s whiskey.
Pretend it goes down smooth.
You’re trying to be the hero but
you’ve forgotten how to be gentle.
You’re trying to be the hero but maybe
you’re just the man with a fist for a mouth.
Maybe you’re the lost boy.
Maybe you’re the one that needs
to be saved."