Broken Angel

On the table the girl sat,
The beauty in her face was set,
Arms loosely tucked around her knees,
Wings lightly fluttered with the breeze.

But emptiness defies this scene,
Her face was void of all that was,
For all to view she might be dead,
She already was, inside her head.

She sat there, staring and only seeing,
What flickered through and past her mind,
That friend she'd had, for so long,
Had turn his back, and now was gone.

And so the darkness in her mind,
Was reflected through the room,
Backwards slowly did she flop,
She fell and hit, her heart did stop.