I don't want to be gone, don't want to be when I am around. Why do you want to see, she, someone that isn't me? I don't wanna be...invisible. ~Lillix-Invisible
I watched her cry, wings torn and tattered.
I watched her lie, face down on her knees.
The clock struck midnight, no,
it was already 6:40,
in the morning.
She had no where to go.
She had nothing to do.
And neither did I.
I felt her pain, I felt her scorn.
I knew exactly what she was going through.
In a puddle of tears, you would have sworn
that it had rained,
But her clothes were as dry
as you and as I.
Her hands battered and worn,
Her make-up running down her face,
hair all a mess,
eyes blurred and gray.
What once was blue has lost all it's color,
lost all it's light.
I watched it fade.
I knew there was no helping her.
I knew she had no escape.
Among the trees,
a tiny light shone through,
but it lent no reprieve.
She couldn't get up, she couldn't move on.
This place had become her home,
trapped by the love she gave,
trapped by her own heart that longed to stay.
Hours, minutes, seconds,
Every sound drove her mad,
made her insane.
How long had she been here?
How long did she have,
Before she gave in, gave up, let go of it all?
She's already fallen as far as she can fall.
She looked at the ring on her finger,
the one her mama made.
She knew she had to keep fighting, keep trying,
no matter the pain.
So she finally stood on her own two feet.
I watched her rip off the remainder of her broken wings.
She no longer needed to fly.
This angel had become nothing more than a nymph.
I watched her walk by,
stronger, braver, relentless...
Then she turned around and looked at me,
and to my amazement you see,
with a mirror, I was face to face.
© 2010 Nikki Wicked