A mirage of hope and a broken state
An empty path was left in her wake
Devastation traced her everywhere, she itches for permanence but that was bare.
Hold on she cried as another angel fell from heaven giving her a scare
But soon all that would be left were the devils on her shoulders
Alone and shaking empty brick walls surrounding her, she felt nothing, she was nothing, she was so alone.
No heather in the garden, no roses on the table no lavender scent in the house
Falling from earth and down to hell was quick and instant yet she was paralysed
So previously full of life and now lonely friendless and want to die.
Take care angel, maybe one day again you'll fly.
