ExclusivelyEiNSGALE

It was the smoke, I decided, That's what shook me so hard; It seemed to roll right from her lips, Filling my nose like small glass shards; I watched this angel kill herself, Choosing carcinogens over bullets; She never seemed so human, But here, in this moment I could swear she lost her wings, She had misplaced her halo; She had fallen by the wayside, Wondering where to go. I asked her why this method, Why not go out with heart? It seems she didn't mind the afterlife, Just the dying part.