Susceptible, you on your white, white wings
Everything of your murky past to your weary soul clings
Perhaps you hide something in your green, green eyes
Hiding past the tumult of all the pain and lies
Inside you, angel, bow your proud head
Remorse, what is that you really dread?
Only then can you find what you seek
Though flying on one wing makes you seem weak
Hell bows down to your glory.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Read the first letters of the lines. ^_^