She's pure white angle wings.
A dark hidden place in her glowing eyes.
Her own creation of a perfect happy life.
Her life falls to pieces by deep breaths
Life sucks her up like a vaccum

The night curls her into a ball.
A pillow full of tears. And pain stained on it.
As she slips onto thorns in a dark forest.
Morning she therefore knows it's a replay over again so she prepares.