Born to this world <br />In order to die <br />Sentenced to breath <br />With no reason why <br />She's all caught up <br />In a mortal mesh <br />An ephemeral angel <br />Made only from flesh <br /> <br />With gossamer skin <br />So smooth and pale <br />Ethereal yet material <br />Eventually to fail <br />She's all twisted up <br />Crammed into a coil <br />Trapped in this form <br />Embodied with toil <br /> <br />So born of this earth <br />And discovering hell <br />Is a place inside <br />The physical shell <br />She's all caught up <br />In a mortal mesh <br />An ephemeral angel <br />Made only from flesh <br /> <br />Cursed with beauty <br />An incarnate dream <br />Or nightmare shroud <br />In perpetual stream <br />Being witness to <br />Her own slow decline <br />She'll live in a mirror <br />Till the end of her time <br /> <br />Born to this world <br />In order to die <br />Sentenced to breath <br />With no reason why <br />She's all caught up <br />In a mortal mesh <br />An ephemeral angel <br />Made only from flesh<br /><br />John Paul Butler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ephemeral-angel-of-flesh/
