I watch the work of my kin bold and
boyful Toying somewhere between love and abuse Calling to join them the wretched and joyful Shaking the wings of their terrible youths Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion No more alone or myself could I be Lurched like a stray to the arms that were open No shortage of sordid, no protest from me — Hozier – angel of small Death and the cideine scene — #Angel #Angelofsmalldeath #drawing #lesson #sketch #sketchbook #sketching #hozier #songtext #Illustrationen #pencil