Hiding in the corner,
With his wings tucked in,
Tears in his eyes,
And cuts in his skin,
He once was innocent,
At some point in time,
Because of his scars,
He's no longer divine,
His wings are withered,
His arms rest on his knees,
His tears run down,
As fast as his wrist bleeds,
Do you see him,
Hiding over there,
Are you going to act,
Like you don't care,
In torment and tears,
He does dwell,
We cannot help,
This Tainted Angel...
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