Cataclysmic

[abu nuwas]

[i]

She was a dark angel
in a sea of sparkling light,
Her wings were black a broken,
theirs were perfect white


Smoke didnt work,
and bruises fade.
She desired more pain,
a more permanent thing.

But one scar wouldnt do,
there had to be more,

She fought with her demons,
but lost the war.

I don't think it's so puzzling. First stanza says she's a bit miserable, with everyone else being goody-goodies, doing the right thing, and generally having a great time.

Second stanza, she is self-harming.

Third, does herself in.


I think a little more freshness, a little more appeal to the senses, a little more filling out of the character, and perhaps a little reading of some Beaudelaire, would do the world of good. Welcome!