Darkest Angel
She's not as pretty,
she's not as loved,
she's not as good,
after all she does have a broken wing.

The haunt of in-perfection,
the love that slowly blends into the facade,
the sense of shame,
with a smile on your face.

Always there among the other angels,
never running away,
swallowing her insides,
tangled in a net.

Hiding between the crowd,
foreseeing the visions of destruction,
hoaxing the true mind,
never can she hide the devil inside.