Its dark
And its quiet
No room for me.
No one responds to my crying pleas.
I cry and scream
But no one seems to care.
It seems I have fallen, fallen into hell.

My wings, they are clipped.
My hands, they are bound.
My life means nothing,
Nothing to the world.

I can't be replaced,
I can't be the same
Others like me, no, they're fake.
I've been executed, executed from heaven
Ive fallen, fallen to the deepest depth of hell.
I can't be saved.
I don't see a point
Should I give?

No.

Then they win.