I couldn't save the angels,
Now in the prison of desolation I'm chained,
My entire spirit is bruised,
Demons in my head to be blamed.
The dead soul underneath my living body
Is covered with patches of pain,
I was wondering if someone will come
And remove this despondent stain!
If they will see the wounds
That are not visible on my skin,
But right behind my torso,
Where my soul conceals them within!