fallen angel w/ broken wings

 

despondent and destitute,

broken halo upon her brow.

withered and weary,

tainted robe upon her back,

 

the tattered shroud

is her only blanket

against this arduous existence.

 

sleet pelts her battered skin

as tears melt onto her

knees drawn in.

 

desperate and defeated,

bolstered heart upon her chest.

weathered and wrecked,

defiled soul upon her conscience.

 

the world shows no mercy.

cursed is each

minute, conscious.

 

Heaven’s unwanted child.

Zion’s unplanned abortion;

knees drawn in.

 

suffering in anguish

naive in her obscenity

she is comforted only by the shadows

of the Tin-man’s palace.

 

a bottle of scotch

easily cheapens the sunset,

drifting into obscurity,

behind the eyes of a pacifist.

 

a million mile fall from grace.

 

despondent and destitute,

crooked halo upon her brow.

this is the story of the

fallen Angel with broken wings.