The angel suffocating in my mirror,
Reaches out into the light.
Her eyes glisten with hope,
But her soul is that of the night.
The sapphires that are her eyes,
Reflect the emotions in the sea of faces.
Happiness that touches her lips,
Can leave without any traces.
Her wings are all but a few feathers,
Left falling down from her back.
Her soul seems to fight,
But her mind is too far off track.
The angel standing before me,
The one I can barely recognize.
She's the one that they all love,
As she feeds them all of my lies.