Snow white wings surround me,

Blocking out the harsh light of day,

Damaged feathers fall to the floor,

And turn to ash,

Something once clean and pure,

Now dirty and soiled,

Forced to pick up the shattered pieces,

Of a once beautiful mind,

I used to be such a good person,

What have I become?

An evil angel,

A tortured soul,

Nothing more,

Than a broken demon,

Plagued by guilt and sorrow,

Not allowed to pray,

Only permited to cry,

And unable to die.