Angel's Suicide

Her wings heavy, her voice stolen. her halo tarnished, no longer golden She dances on the edge of despair i guess life is just never fair between heaven's harsh hiss and hell's sweet bliss She whispers secrets into the abyss hell is a teenage girl they say smoking into a dirty ashtray laughter echoes into screams all the remnants of failed dreams demons for days and shadows of shame haunted by memories which'll never tame cursed by the rage from within torn between innocence and the allure of sin now she sinks deeper into the abyss (of her own bloody creation) and gives the cruel world one final kiss her eyes tired and her wings are cold she joins the rest of now stories untold