• Damned, forsaken, fallen, that is what we truly are.
    Fallen from the pedestal of what we once were.
    Fallen into the abyssal darkness no one can ever truly escape.
    Wanting to break free of these Shackles, and soar out of this damnable prison, this Hell.
    I pick at my Wounds, they're deeper than before.
    They cut me down, it doesnt even hurt anymore.
    I pick at my Wings, the ones ripped out by those who could never fly.
    I long for my Wings, my friends, but i cant fly, im permanently grounded to this earth, to this damn piece of Dirt.
    They hold me back, they hold me down, I try to run, but after all... What is an Angel without her Wings?