Termination bliss

Here she comes down, as her wings get nailed to the ground - A polaroid of shame The last angel's pathetic fame The face of deceit with nails in her feet She's a preacher deprived from her voice A punctured lung is creating noise The cry that she made was the cry of a dying child The revocation of empathy The sound from a million dreams and scars Termination Bliss Blessed under a lie, Her last little weak