• They cry They cry angel's are perfect angels bring light
    But...what if i told you that not all are perfect. Would you believe me? well I'm broken proof...I'm the imperfect angel here alone in perfect heavan, I'm an outcast. My halo refuses to glow gold but dies out black, My white dress painted to deep purple, My arms spotted with the bruises of a broken soul covered in scars of pain and suffering that will never leave...
    Because in a perfect place like heavan theres always one Imperfect Angel