• I hold the scythe
    Covered in blood
    My black wings spread out
    My long black dress, covered
    Soaked
    Blood
    My long blood red hair
    Flows elegantly in the wind
    The full moon shines behind me
    I’m so cold
    I’m so pale
    A shiver runs down my spine
    There’s blood all around me
    A fog slowly creeps in
    Like it’s afraid to see what I have done
    My black leather gloves
    Are damp with sweat
    I look down at her lifeless body
    Her beautiful white wings
    Matted with blood
    Her pale face
    Shows the expression of pain
    Worry
    Loss of hope
    I can’t believe I was ever like her
    A beautiful angel
    One of God’s creatures
    I am now a murderer
    A killer
    A villain
    I was once so good
    So nice
    Always wanting to help people
    Now I live only to kill
    I’m lost
    I have no hope
    Just like the innocent angel lying before me
    I went from good to evil
    Good to evil
    Good to evil

    What have I done