Broken Angel

I am an angel.
Pure, sweet, loving.
I fly for that is how I feel.
Like I'm flying.
I encounter a devil.
My wings ripped off, my purity blackened.
I fall.
I bleed.
I cry.
I land right in hell.
No more purity, no more sweetness, no more love.
I am now a broken angel.
To this day I fall.
I bleed.
I cry.