I'm the fallen angel....

My wings are gone,
fallen from the sky
I lie here:
broken,
Dreams shattered,
eyes open,
Banned from paradise.

What am I to do?
take your grief,
heal your soul,
free the spirit,
feel your pain.

Run away from these emotions,
hide from what's inside.
People have become so accustomed to it.
Why should I?

My heart is bleeding.
My heart has bled.
No more weeping,
because it's dead.

World suffers,
it changes nothing.
A small reprieve,
only angers,
makes it worse,
for what can't last.

Forsaken children never question
anything's rhyme or reason.
And as I lie here so defeated...
I begin to feel Alone