My wings are dirty my halo no longer shines it's broke and won't float, the light is leaving my face my wings begin to darken, i no longer have a lively glow and I can no longer fly in the harmony of a blissful song, now they come for me they are not mad but disappointed and they rip my wings from me they take my halo and run, now I'm left bloody and scared but do I even have the right to be for I am no longer an angel never to be human and refuse to go demonic...
