My Wrong

6 0 0
                                    

Cast down from heaven,wings ripped out
All the good memories are now just that a memory
But that's my way of remembering the pain I inflicted one someone
I killed just because of a rumor
A rumor I wished was true (killing an archangel will make a angle human)
That's my dream to be normal
But now I must live in darkness as an fallen one
My wish now a curse, a burden on my shoulder '
If I could I would take back the wrong I did I would do it, even if I still had to be a fallen, I would make a sacrifice
I would right my wrong
But I lost only chance, now I must live as a fallen
That's my life now

PoemsWhere stories live. Discover now