Fallen Angel

How do fallen angels form?
Are they born like so or even torn?
Or are they made feel foul?

Maybe they used to be friendly and nice.
Until people pushed them to the edge and rolled the dice.
They say fallen angels are a familiar face.

They have a dark origin and different race.
They used to be kind and accepting.
But they got hurt and betrayed.

While night and day switched and time swayed.
Maybe they were called a bad word or mistreated.
It’s not always what it seems.

Perhaps if you look under the mask.
You’ll see their sadness and origin,oh so vast.
Fallen angels used to be pure.

But they broke one of the rules in Heaven.
They cannot go back.
So they eat coping mechanisms as a snack.

They try to live and forget.
But it catches up to you,fear and regret.
Did they really do anything wrong?

Or did she just sing the wrong song?
Perhaps it was unfair to lock them in their lair.
I wish I could help or escape.

This dreamy landscape in my head is all I see.
I wish we could live in it,believe me.
Because it has no strict rules,just peace.

And nobody becomes a fallen angel.
Nobody cries and nobody fights.
In my world,all is pure and acceptance.

There are no regrets.
When you make your bed and go to sleep.
You’d think about it very deep.

Fallen angels are made,not born.
Made of feelings oh so torn.
And negativity slowly form.

If I could,I would help.
I’ll patch up every angel’s wounds.
And they’ll be able to fly again.

Let me guide you as I hold your hand.
And we’ll find the true meaning of life.
Don’t think about it,just drive.

In the dark,starry night.
As angels go towards the end of the tunnel light.