Angels Have No Thought Of Ever Returning You

The Colors Of This World Are Fading, Should I Be Afraid Of The Colorless Future That Awaits. It's Gotten So Cold, I Can Hardly Stand It, My Skin Is Peeling, My Veins Protruding, I Can Feel My Organs Shrinking, My Brain Shriveling. What Will Be Left For The Achromatic World To Devour Once It's Sinister Terror Reigns Down Upon Me.