Fallen Angel

She, who is herself..
A silent, mysterious beauty..
Withered wings tainted wet with tears;
Lifeless eyes staring out into nothing.
Uncombed hair, dark and drifting
Her head downcast, so dull and unliving
Yet she is still a beauty.
She cries and cries and cries and cries
Yet He still will not come back.
Lost in her own memories
She notices nothing but a chirp of the cricket outside.
Gone forever from this world
Her body left behind..
Her soul, so empty and faithless..
She is a Fallen Angel.