The moonlight may shine on me, making me glow; but then you just see what light really can show.

The light only allows you to see through the night and see my darkest shadows; the things I've kept hidden shall expose.

The things you will see, will not be of any beauty; if you do see, then I have failed my duty.

My wings, once pure and white and flawless; now dirtied and black and torn, resulting from constant solace.

The darkest of the night resembles the new tint of black on my wings; the pain (of which I now welcome with a demonic grin), that it brings.

The scene that is too gruesome to tell; where I killed for blood and finally became the angel that fell.

The battle that I fight has bloodied my soul almost to point of lethality; my own blood that stains my wings and still flows in streams from continuous internal brutality.

The only color on my wings is from the dark purple tint; caused by my inescapable evil thoughts and negative stint.
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