Oh angel,
With your sunken eyes and broken wings,
Filthy robe and painful gaze,
...you are a demon yet.
Wearing thin is your supply of patience,
Milked far beyond dryness by the vultures,
Picking apart at the once living pieces of you.
Because you'll never be...
The lively angel you used to be.
With your flight cancelled by your fall,
The only demon within you,
Is the voice making you betray yourself.
