• She's an angel with black, tainted wings
    Time slows as she breaks through the sky
    Her tears cascade, fabric swaying in the breeze
    She falls; Burden to the constant tick of time

    Tick, tock; plaguing and echoing through her mind
    Set for disaster, her mind shattered, eyes blocked
    But still she falls, loosing her grip on the whip
    That cracks as fast as the tick from a clock

    Bursting adrenaline through tainted veins
    As she looks down; tears p***k her viper eyes
    Licking her salt-encrusted lips, she stares
    Her wings are failing to beat, to rise.

    So, failing like the constant beep of a machine
    Heart stops; time stands utterly still
    Looking through a hospital at crying families
    That reeked of death washed out and unwritten wills.

    Clean, pristine sheets are laid for the next victim
    A living corpse awaiting his civil death
    Under a guise of peace and harmony, he will die
    Lungs failing, hands shaking with every breath.

    The rhythm of her heart is faltering
    Through the disappointment, she fell through the sky.
    This angel, this saint, watched with hardened eyes
    As each new patient waited to die.