There are bloodied holes in my back,
Where my wings used to be.
They burn,
And they torment me.
Cast down from heaven,
Because I have a heart only for darkness.
My wings were ripped from my back.
My despairing cries,
Can never make my innocence return.
My hands are tied behind my back,
And I'm still plumetting into my own hell.
I keep on wondering when I will hit the ground.
Under gray skies,
And hostile rain,
I fall for the enjoyment of the world.
Seen by all the hateful.
This is my fate,
To forever fall,
Never hitting the ground,
To always be rained on by biting hatred.
 
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