angel, what have you become?

work in progress....

something that feeds off of greed and the need to kill all that is beautiful tears at your soul, your spirit, your angels wings...

your halo thrown away, broken from mis-use; all that you've done led you to compromise still you wonder why you stand before the noose.

your angels wings are bloodied from the deaths you've wished and dirty from all the lies you've kept; you gave us all a fake smile while your demons inside slept.

tears stain your face, making a mockery of the pride you try to show; a fallen angel with nothing to lose, how you got this far you don't even know.

what have you become, what used to be so beautiful? theres barely a hint at what you were, feathers turn to ash, what tears at you and begins to consume you is hate...