Metaphorical

Angels are falling from heaven 
And my heart breaks 
As I catch a broken halo 
The glass cutting my fingers 
Leaving blood to stain the floor 
 
The angels are singing 
Broken songs in my mind 
Their wings ripped from their backs 
Angels, no longer 
 
And I am falling 
Falling with these broken angels 
I hit the ground and realise 
That the mirror is broken 
And I'm standing among shards of glass 
 
As my blood stains the floor 
I look into the eyes of the broken angel 
That is who I have become.

Fallen Angels