Black Wings: Robert St. Germain

Here I am, stranded
On earth, and never to rise again.
Getting kicked out of heaven left me scarred and in pain.
I walk among the people with my heart in shreds,
While I would rather be over and dead.
No one notices me,
For I am a shadow.
And all my footsteps disappear in the snow.
Torture is being far from my friend.
This is a sorrow that never ends.
Still, I find happiness in a few things.
It’s just me here in my black wings.