i sit cast in the shadows
hollow images of the world
once known by me
i lay fast in exile
fall hard on the edges of broken reality.
this prison holds me
winds around porcelain flesh
stained red
by the streams of blood now falling
seductively to the floor.
a fallen angel ripped and torn
stands on the ashes
of the cold oceans floor.
she is the keeper
the holder of the key.
never known the answer
yet knows all of humility.
humble tarnished angel
a muse
a myth
a fall
she holds all the answers
but she'll never have it all.

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