And through the night the angel falls,
wings ripped from her back.
Broken and bleeding,
longing for death.
Her tainted soul my only hope,
her broken smile my only light.
The fallen angel that fell so far,
she fell right into the land of crestfallen dreamers.
She traces her finger along the glass case,
she knows she's trapped forever more.
No longer free,
another broken spirit.
So she lays to rest against her tombstone,
and surrenders her thoughts.
They're no longer hers.
They're no longer real.
She breathes in the air of the ever-lasting night,
lets the darkness take final control.
She breathes one last breath, her heart turns to ice.
She joins the land of crestfallen dreamers.
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