Nights where angel dreams about every greatness of love and life,
There is one fallen lay beneath them,
She wishes to speak but most of the time she couldn't,
What leads her silence when she has so much to voice out about,
She could had just scream, yell or even shout about it but it doesn't help her from surrendering herself to the darkness.
She lets everyone walk through her by letting down her now black wing due to the pains that had consumed her completely,
To cover her scars and convert her griefs into happiness,
Yet she couldn't help but be consumed by the pain slowly by slowly.
There are times she wishes to be the same angel that she once was but that was before her innocence being took advantage off, there were times she is happy being a Fallen because no one could harm her fragile self again except death.
