Guardian Angel:

Pardon my appearance. I found this body on clearance. Angelic but broken. Forced to hide behind this disguise. Demons talking further poisoned my mind. The demonic vitriol continues to sing. The poisons spread further and clipped my wings. I can't fly. The toxins crippled my limbs and invaded my eyes. I can't cry. Halo gone missing. Shattered mirrors. Sadistic traditions. Distorted reflections. Sick and Twisted. I glimpse in the mirror. A demon's visage. Want to know the truth? Just keep reading. Knives to my skin countless times. Scars on my flesh and scars in my rhymes. Born inside a hearse. Cursed to walk the earth with demons in my mind. My angel wings unfurl but I still can't leave this world. Held captive by the need to protect a little girl.