Innocent, ruthless, bloodstained...
An angel which used to be God's favorite. From the holy glamorous sky to the dirt of this sinful cursed world. Falling, burning, screaming. There is no such thing as help for the fallen ones, even if they're angels, they're still just the fallen angels. And you can beg and beg, but there is no coming back now. You're in the bloody mess that you made yourself. Cry and whine. Your wings were pulled out, you were left bleeding covered in the dirt. A porcelain doll with angelic face and virgin pure eyes. Crushed, broken, abused, oppressed, abandoned. It's your fault, you were too fragile. Too fragile for this cruel place. Delicate little girl, who left you alone here? Who made your path so tragic? Aren't you hoping for better tomorrow? Are you still praying? To who? Don't you see little girl? No one can hear you, nobody listens to your prayers, you're silenced and chained up. Mercilessly controlled. Treated like a dog. Learn how to bite to survive, surrender when you're tied up, bite your tongue when you're silenced, kill when you're ordered to.
