The Fallen

She fell from the black sky, like she had broken wings, a trail of mettalic dust glowing behind her.
 
Her hands and feet are binded with barbed wire her mouth is sewed shut.
 
Her ice blue eyes shine against her pale blonde her and translucent flesh, she almost looks like a broken mannequin I stair into them my head fills with the sound of her peiceing scream.
 
Her face tells me all the tales of her shattered bones as if mechanical tentacles slithered across her spine.
 
As the sun slowly starts to rise I smile as I say goodbye, such tourted beauty fell beneath the sky, I caress her translucent flesh as she disintegrates into nothing more than mettalic dust.