I started as an angel, born into the pureness of happiness and light.
As I grew older, still a small child. I looked down and saw shackles had been placed on my feet.
I asked the ones closest to me why this had happened. Why they had trapped me.
They told me it was normal, that this was how the world worked.
I stayed like that for years, learning slowly of what had really happened.
I was unable to fly away into the light I wished so badly to see again.
After all the years bound to the ground I was finally strong enough to break free from the shackles.
I flew, knowing not of what would happen, simply grasping for something I couldn't quite reach.
My beautiful white wings taking me higher and higher.
Still I could not tune out the voices of the earth and hell.
Demons voices keeping me awake and haunting my nightmares.
One day I broke. I was tired and shattered from trying to keep going.
I was abandoned and the monsters welcomed me, so I gave in and fell.
My beautiful white wings shattering into pieces, leaving me and letting me fall to the harsh ground again.
Everything changed then for I didn't just fall to the ground, I hit the earth and when I did I went lower into the depths of hell.
In the darkness my wings grew back but instead of a magnificent, pure white they came back the color of darkness and death resembling that of a ravens.
I was clothed in sin and despair, emerging onto the earth no longer young and beautiful but tainted and knowing of darkness, taking on the everlasting title
'The Fallen Angel'.
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The Truth
PoetryThese aren't for pity or attention so don't give it to me. I write these because they are how I feel, no matter how bad they are. If you don't like it then don't read. ~Warning~ If you do not feel comfortable reading things that have to do with depr...
