A beautifully dead angel
By: Emily
A dead angel,
With broken wings.
Stands in front of the ocean,
And beautifully sings.
She’s so gorgeous,
Her long hair tied back.
I could see straight through her,
And her heart was black.
She looked like an elegant shadow,
When angled under the moon.
On and on she wanders,
Singing her lovely tune.
Her eyes were red and weepy,
Her ankles full of much gore.
She waits and waits by the ocean,
For a newly opened door.
