She Bats Her Eyes At Oblivion

Feeding upon the silhouettes that glide on white walls Light shines down upon sadness, she sits and waits Her gaze spell bound. Her hair cascades down her face. As she stare into hell, but points towards heavens gates Only half of this world she stands in holds illumination A love pouring from the wounds that in itself has created Fantastic fairies frolic around her head, a dream come true Rendered unfit to fly, her wings plucked, her heart vacated Can you see her lying in the corner, desolate, dry, and yearning? All of this she knows in her heart, all of these things still learning.