Broken Halo

My angel has a broken halo shattered on the ground. Her innocence was ripped from her and heart ache profound. Her hands are tied and bound. She is dying inside of a broken spirit. There is nothing now that can cure it. No one seems to care about it. Her broken halo is piece-by-piece, shattered and scattered. Her face is drenched in tears and sopping wet with fears. Her wings are malignant and beliefs incoherent. She’s a broken symbol of a hurting child’s tremble. She won’t leave what she’s been sent to retrieve. She’s a dead cause to alcohol withdraws. She’s as broken as her halo surviving in sorrow. She lives in a shell so hollow! I’m not in control. I have no sole. She lives in me that’s how I know. She has a broken halo.