Her heart pounds in her head
The words she said repeating as if she were dead.
Her wings heavy on her shoulders like a pile of boulders.
The song the wings held never ending in her head.
Holding her head, she really did wish she were dead.
She was no longer stuck yet those self lies caught her out of luck.
She would stand then collapse, it was like a never-ending relapse.
The music stopped suddenly, and her heart felt lonely.
That white door would open and only a reflection would show.
In the corner was an arrow and bow,
and a note from the younger her.
Now those words were just a slur.
Like on a timer the song begins again, the floor opened up and she began to descend.