The Angel Dies Unpurified

A soul, stripped of purification
Stricken down through the musty smell of aged tears
Oppressed, a prisoner of bedsheets
Hopeless to let go; the days force her to remember to forget
Ashen heart, crumbles like dirt
Hurts to cry, forcing out a smile that chisels at her body
Slowly, slowly
Please don't leave me lonely
Take my vanity and leave me with my lost sanity