Chains ripping my body
The soul being torn apart
Alone in a hollow dungeon
Hanging from my wings
Tied to the sky
Noxious gas around me
Amnesia
Where am I
Dripping blood
Slowly draining
Slowly pouring
The sound
The sound of drops
Rippling across the ground
Wings slowly tearing off
An inch from the ground
Struggling is useless
Hope is gone
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