Watch me as I rip my own wings away simply to survive upon your earth,
with skin and flesh ripping away from bone to sire my crimson rebirth.
Is this what you asked for, proof of my humanity, my dignity?
The darkest tears of black and scarlet couldn't completely express my pain.
See black and grey feathers floating down towards the floor again...

Look at me... these are your rites of passage, your rites written for the unburied dead.
Pale faces and hollow eyes stare back at me, but I am not resurrected yet.
I am simply another graceless being amongst the crowd, faceless upon your earth...
But I am willingly fallen for you, disowned and disenchanted upon my sacreligious birth.
Now watch as the bowl judgments are poured from sky, your punishment for harbouring me....

I am graceless amongst all of this perfection... simple, nameless, and without a cause.
Nothing more than the shadow, the chill on your skin, the soft fragrance left within the emptiest room.
I am a broken piece, a fragment, a shattered shard of one who once was... two beings that once loved and loved, then lost.
Simple whispers may break me if I were to give you my heart, and as such, my heart belongs to none.
The weight of my words are less burdening if you read them within the right heart...

If I am faithless, I am forgiven. If I am deadweight, I refuse to die.
Even without wings, the most frustrated and lonely of the fallen angels may learn to fly.
I am never anywhere near perfected, anywhere I need to be.  
I am quite simply forever rejected, found defective for being me.
And if you find me repulsive, I may simply turn away...

I am beloved of darkness instead of the light, and all I adore rejects me in return.
Forever an echo in all empty hallways, simply a remainder, reminder of scorn.
I fear that love may be forever abolished from life if we allow whispered plans to succeed...
But I am simply another angel quite fallen and no souls pay their respects to me.
Love yourself for who you are, not who you are asked to become;
see the black and grey feathers, bloody, and regrowing again...
I am eternally the fallen one.