A soft whimper awakens me
The red light from the sun rise
Slipping past the edge of the curtains
The feathers that lay spread upon the sheets
Softly illuminated
I turn to see her
Sitting, facing away
Blood upon her shoulders
As she cries into her hands
Softly
I reach out a hand
Lay it against her back
But she jerks away
Standing
The blankets fall from her perfect figure
My eyes move down
I can’t help but grin
She pulls back the curtain
The sun rise is no more
It is still dark
Midnight blackness
Illuminated only by the world burning
Demons racing through the streets
Children crying for the dead
The gutters over flowing with blood
And this perfection
That used to be an angel
Stands before me
And I want more