Angel breaks her feathers
shedding them away.
She prays them each a prayer
as they burn to fuel her rage.

She's come of age
and ripped apart the last page.
She can't remember, anymore
what the words should say.

So she lies in stagnant waste
afraid to bleed or breathe.
She pulls apart her veins
and promises to set them free.

But her agony is endless.
Her loss has gone unseen.
She fades into a grey mist, and
dissolves into eternity.