That Angel

Fuck these feelings she numbly feels
Should she pretend this isn't real
Rebuke her in the name of all things that bleed
Like the slits on her wrists or her heart on her sleeve
Knowing no one will notice so why should she care?
This blade feels like porcelain on her skin
Turning red just like her memories
It's almost over now. When did it begin?
Overdosing on nothing at all. Everything's starting to fall
No one saw it coming. No one was surprise.
No room for compromise. No stopping the plan that was devised.
This is where the soul of another angel dies.