Fallen Angel

I am a fallen angel,

Darkness is my garment,

And fury is my weapon.

I was once wreathed in light,

And I did the bidding of my master.

He sent me out on missions,

But one day I came back different

And the feeling only grew.

It became this infinite pain,

It opened this hole in my chest,

It caused me to fall from my position.

Now I’m a fallen angel,

Darkness is my garment,

And fury is my weapon.

I wander the Earth alone,

Searching for help,

I’ve called upon my master,

But His silence speaks volumes.

I’m lost inside the dark,

This brokenness takes my heart.

I am a fallen angel,

Darkness is my garment,

And fury is my weapon.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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