Tell me my dear one

So tell me, my dear one,
if demons are fallen angles,
then when did you slip?
when did you begin to drown in the utter abyss,
and tell me my sweet angel...
how the hell did i not notice?
i didn't see the love laced daggers at your side,
and i didn't see the phoniness in each tear that you had cried
blinded or tricked,
i cant quite tell,
but how is it my lovely?
how is it knowing your place is in hell?