Catharsis of Nothingness / The Fall of an Angel's Trumpet

Vulnerable, bare and naked, the thing was hurting The cold rain felt like punches on its bare skin, and as its mind tried desperately to make sense of the situation, it only found a gaping hole where memories should be: an unbearable silence. ... It- well she- put on the mask And met Mylo, bright as a star And dirtied by the hands of his savior... Hands to cut before they taint his sister.