It's dark, and an angel sings,
She asks for help from somone to
help fix her broken wings,
She cries the Black Damp tears,
There's no one to protect her from her fears,
She feels unloved and she thinks no one cares,
Is anyone out there to answer her prayers?
One blood drop and then two,
There's an "X" on her arm she drew,
She doesn't know what to do,
She's been rejected too many times,
For these so called crimes,
All she wanted was someone to call her own,
But the poor angel, is all alone,
And now she sits in her cold, dark room,
awaiting for her horrible doom.
