Imperfect in perfection.
Image by mikebaird via Flickr
I’ve got dirt on my face
And a scar on my neck
With my robes ripped
And my wings clipped
My skin is bruised
My spirit abused
A voice silenced
In the name of violence
I’m an imperfect angel
With a broken halo
Bound to the earth
A place of my birth
Doomed to wallow
In sins of sorrow
A prisoner of my tears
Paralyzed by fear
A soulless mannequin
Battered to ruin
Slowly fading away
By the demons I slay
Was it God’s plan?
Or by my own hand?
That I fell so hard
Leaving my soul scarred
Is this my fate?
Trapped within hate
Can I be saved?
Before it’s too late
I’m an imperfect angel
A broken halo
Please hear my plea
And save me
My God
Save me…
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