She hides in a corner,
She once thrived in the spotlight.
She never says a word to anyone,
She was once so sociable.
Her skin is cold, dead,
It used to glow with life.
Her song is a broken whisper,
It used to fill any room with music.
Her eyes are dead,
With no smile to light them.
She wears grey,
But she once wore bright colours.
She is a shadow, hiding among shadows,
She used to be so alive, so intense.
She is a fallen angel, her halo broken,
Her wings wilted,
Her halo used to glow,
Her wings were bright feathers.
She is a ghost of what she was,
My fallen angel.