A Collection

They say I must learn to kill before I can feel safe. But I’d rather kill myself than become one of their slaves. So I sit and cry alone, ‘cause no one seems to know the secret that I have, I, the angel in Hell. There are so many people I can blame, look what they’ve done to me, the angel trapped in her own nightmares. They frame me, spread rumors that aren’t true but are still believed. Do you see what they have done? They’ve placed chains and blame upon me, the innocent angel with broken wings, trapped alone in her own worst fears. God’s tears fall as I begin to weep; He wants me to learn to fly, but I can’t find a way out of all this torture. So the rain soaks through my clothes as I, the angel in pain, give up, curl up, and fade to darkness.