They tore my wings from my body
Out of the sky I fell hard and fast towards the ground
They have deep red blood dripping down their hands, staining their own skin.
Deep scars now run down my back where my skin was torn
I can still feel the burning agony as they ripped me apart
I can still hear their angelic laughter as they asked me why I wasn't flying
I can still taste the blood in my mouth as I screamed.
You said you would protect me.
When I heard the other angels laughter, I heard yours too.
Why didn't you protect me?