The shame
she wasn't going to make it, and then
Somehow... he had known what she gave the Masses...
"They would have been Found"
Things, Clues, Directions
This Arc.... bright and prefect then...
It had carried her to the top,
Who? What?
She watched, this sleeping face,
Faust.
She cut a deal.
The details of the agreement understood....
He was curling from the womans contorted lips
Polychrome tint... There were silvery sores,
hands, close... breaking him
Grey... wasted features, twisted in pain....
"The voice came from an Angel"... a hoarse whisper
Eyes behind swirls of colors...
"What is this place?"
Not much.
"Anything particular?"
No.
He didn't know the place...He tried.
"Where are we going?"... her hand on his arm
"I used to dream..."
Things.....
"You made it... your here..."
He had no reason to believe anything would ever be okay for either of them...
Thought... cold revulsion....
she was crying again.
He took her hand through glass doors...
Crazy crossed her face....
"We aren't with anybody" he said...
We're looking....
"it's okay....
I know the way...."
and believed for once... with her near him...
in Beauty.