You call me your angel

But you don't know of the

Demons who hide inside me;

These wings you stand in awe of

In reality are clipped. These,

Once symbols of freedom,

Are now my chains, hold-

ing me down, holding

Me down with you. You

Broke the bonds that held

Me, but replaced them with

Invisble ones, invisible ones

Running from your heart

To the shattered frag-

Ments of my own...And

Every night you whisper to

Me, "Spread your wings and fly,

My Little Angel..." you don't

Underrstand you tighten

Your hold on me.

I am an angel, you say,

A powerful being, and yet...

And yet I cannot escape your hold.

Given a choice between loving

You and never flying...

I choose you.