An Angel Without Her Wings

Have you seen a girl wandering in the woods Perhaps she was someone whose lost shoe you found From the alley of broken hearts At midnight, dream teaser valley If I am being precise about the location she was last seen in Paris Gasping memorabilia like the cake of Richard Harris

Branches tearing her wrists to bleeding Once upon a time she still did healing The rope tied firmly on her ankle lavishing world with just one word Pain Without a corpse in Seine She’s still running like a hole in a silk stocking Without the shit in her vein Her life tastes quite lame

Backwards gliding towards unknown, her past leaving a trail on the water like regal bride’s veil As she rides the tide no hope In the chest pocket Going up like a rocket Life buoy trapped around her neck The golden art nouveau locket She inherited from an ancestor exactly like her Smells like perfume and downward spiral Meticulously engraved, possesses no history just past Tick tock Her chest is beating One more wave dripping from the hands of Cinderella enslaved She’s a whore but not cheating Because there’s zero to live in

Behind the curtain when no one sees She prays hands on nothing to believe She’s hungry But cannot eat Her God is asleep, not willing She’s cold And not a weep Gave her crown to someone who was sad and chilling Riches to rags As she traded her blanket to three or four fags Earning not a shilling This is how she can not feel a thing, be a living nothing Any other line would be lying It’s not dying So she grabs the air with both wings sucked dry by tar and nicotine

Have you seen her? Have you