a million miles from home i'm walking ahead

Anonymous:
"Brave little soldier, come marching home (to a house that no longer stands and a family who no longer smiles, faces you do not recognize: see for yourself, this is what you've left to become) "

witnessprotectionwithwings-blog:

                   ^{artificial smiles stretching thin lips
                   and taut flesh ; if they were to truly
                   smile, maybe their faces would split
                   in two from the rigidity of expression.
                   a silent council, a solemn council,
                   halls devoid of bell-like laughter and
                   free-floating music so that it is more
                   akin now to a mausoleum than
                   to  h e a v e n  .}

                   ^{he is weary, but the seats are fixtures
                   of jagged, uneven stone and the floors
                   are chipped and cracked into a minefield
                   of cutting shards ; so he must stand
                   ramrod straight, wings drooping down
                   curved spine to drag on the floor and
                   catch on the uneven tiles.}

                                         ^{this is not his home.
                                         this is an opera house attended by corpses.}