Fallen

When they said losing your wings was painful, I never fully understood what that meant. I didn't expect the pure agony, dragging through my veins like barbed wire. I didn't expect to feel each, individual feather being brutally ripped out. The fear, driving me insane, never knowing if I would survive for another minute.. I suppose that was the worst of it. The fear. When you feel fear like that.... It changes you. You are no longer the person you once were.

I didn't expect it to feel the pure torment of losing my wings. The anguish.

I never understood what the true meaning of pain is. The pain that you feel right down to the depths of your soul. The kinds that leaves eternal scars.
But I guess that's what you have to go through when you're cast out from Heaven.

The old saying is true... No rest for the Wicked.