Found

quietly she knows that angels only fly
because someone believes in them-
and quietly she falls- the floors are damp
and the room, filled with blood-
this is a game she's not going to win.
not today- not when she signed her heart away-
played poker with the vixens
that lured her to love and the belief in it-
she was foolish to not realize
that love is a layers kind of thing- and beauty is always
the first to fail
in the race against time- (time being the beggarman
who can win your heart so easily.)
maybe next time- she'll put up more of a fight
and find out that she was never more alone than within the night-
the moments of lust
and the actions of a hunter found panting
on the doorstep.

-a.