• There's a foot on my back,
    Hands on the wings I used to have,
    This body wriths in agony,
    The unseen hands slowly ripping this heavenly mark away,
    A lonely angel,
    Being stripped of all that she was,
    And sold to the Devil,
    To be the damnation she is,
    She begs for mercy,
    On her knees bleeding,
    Looking up at the man that banished her,
    Her wrists bound in burning shackles,
    Upon her neck,
    The mark of the condemed,
    A flame spreading to line a side of her face,
    Snaking down in burning wisps to brand her body,
    Her blue eues going black,
    Her pleas mere mouthing of words,
    The angel...
    Is no more...

    The stitched wounds still bleed,
    Causing her to ache,
    Every thought of him,
    Every memory,
    Brings back the agony,
    She hates him for what he did,
    But still loves him with every essence of her being,
    She will never forget him,
    The pain will never fully disappear,
    She looks up,
    Her mark burning forever,
    An eternal flame,
    Her eyes giving him an unseeing look of hatred,
    And an eternal love,
    Knowing he can't see nor hear her,
    From the depths of which he condemed her.