the angel's free fall

she's falling from the air
the angels wings are broken
bent and shattered as heaven spat her out.
her pale skin and raven hair,
the only things to stand out in the fires.

she's falling down so slowly
reliving every mistake
shes ever dreamt of making
regretting every chance she thought was worth the taking.

she's spiraling along her way
the pace is picking up
and on her way down are the faces from nights she sipped the bitter cups.
the faces she misplaced, put out of her mind
her plentiful disgrace.
she sees the nights she stayed up late, battling with the blade,
all the times she waltzed and ran with her friend mary jane.

her rap sheet dirty
her arms and legs scarred but none of them as big as the huge tear on her heart, still open
and still bleeding,
and even though she runs with death her heartbeat won't quit beating

and as she's
falling thru the air
the only thing she sees are the nights she spent wrapped in his arms,
all those nights she felt alive without the blade pressed against her arms.
its kind of funny
when she looks back and realizes that
he's the one who caused
the biggest tear
on her frail body,
the one etched right acrossed her heart,
thats turning everything grey.

and she takes one last look at her final mistake and her heart has finally ceased its beating,
her breath goes from shallow to nonexistent
...where she's going there
is no such thing as
breathing

by ashuhhland
posted on 07/03/2008