Lost in her own little world

She replaces her blood with fine wine and pills

Slowly dripping inside her heart

Shriveling her insides like a dying rose

Withered and sagging

Dark are the circles under her eyes

Deep are the valleys of her skin

Cigarette smoke is her only halo

A false promise made to a fallen angel

Who sped up the hands of time

Bringing her closer to her dreams long forgotten

Lost in the outskirts of her mind

Following a path never meant for her to travel

A lost soul journeying toward her end

But refusing to let go