She Reaches For Her Halo/Haunted Lunacy

She reaches for her halo,

but never can she touch.

The heavens have cast her out,

now her demons are her crutch.

She dresses in her madness,

and unfurls her tattered wings.

She tries to fly, but sadness,

won’t let her do these things.

An angel bound to roam 

this earth with a wilted 

broken soul.

Seeking only the gentle 

solace, of her halos golden

glow.