LISA

Forced out of the world, I was atop an incredibly thin needle.
I was using the tips of my fingers to balance, until they touched you and I learned I wasn’t alone,
With these crooked wings as the only thing bestowed upon us.

From the time you’re born (until death)… “What do you want to do before you die?” I ask,
But all you do is laugh, like an angel.
Burning in the summer heat (deforming) we’ll weave through the spaces between the hordes of buildings,
Until we descend, pulling that trigger at the very end.

And winter will cover everything.

I haven’t drawn in a long while! That makes me a bit sad…so have Lisa from Zankyou no Terror, I really like her despite my impression that a lot of people aren’t so fond of her..