She br The “Angel” br She beckons to you br Her smile is sweet br Like candy floss and caramel br And fluffy purple marshmallows br She flutters br The pure white wings br Hung like a pretty painting br On her back br And the soft breeze br Kisses your cheeks br She beckons again br You rise to your feet br The need to follow her br Is urgent br She smiles again br And vanishes around the corner br Which mysteriously appeared br Out of nowhere br You start to hurry br Fearful of losing her br You trip br Once, Twice, Thrice br But you don’t care br For all you want to do br Is to follow her br You pick yourself up br Ignoring the blood upon your knees br And rush around the corner br There is something around your neck br Something cold br Hard br Biting br A chain br Trapping you br You look up to her br And plead with her to save you br Then only do you notice br That her smile is bitterly fake br And her wings are plastic. br She is holding the chain.