Torn

I tried to touch the hand of God and lost my wings of innocence. the truth became sour poison, lying sweet to the taste, what am I if not a demon; from a lamb to all I hated. I tried to embrace and covet what I tried to destroy. what have i become? in a quest for purity, I've become stained, my motives twisted and lost in my ambitions. through the eyes of angels, I saw a world of chances. on the thorns of decadence my wings were torn. my wings were torn. my saviors image not unlike mine, still so distant, countenance, unfamiliar, and threatening. I am my own seed, my own creation, with malicious intent I turn on my father to kill my son. all that I was, I have lost