I once considered you my protector...
but I realized you were just another hunter
tearing me asunder.

No longer blinded by past memories
now I can see what is really happening.

You are the rust on my halo,
you are the tatters on my wings and soul.
I am the doe and you are the arrow.

Such a beautiful destruction that you've left behind,
such an exquisite corruption of an innocent mind.

But despite all the damages,
all the clashes, and the gashes
I must again rise from the ashes.

I must pull out this arrow from my chest
and put all the sorrow to rest.