My wings have a sword through them and my hands and feet are bound. I'm trap in a world of death and pain. Only mine true love can free me and heal me. The darkness surrounds me and I'm all alone here. My blood runs down my pure white wings turning them red. I look around for the person who bound me, and for the person who will free me. Is this it has my life run out of time, Is there someone out there to save me from the death and pain. Can anyone heal me, I'm a angel sent from god to heal his children and to keep them safe from the demons and evil this world has become. Look at me, mine eyes are red and full of hate for the person who holds me here. Can I an angel feel hate, death, and pain.
