fallen angel

Taste the ash where the holy fire used to stay
This is the price of the words I dared to say
I’m carved in perfection, skin marked by wrath
My reason keeps screaming — I didn’t deserve this path
No sacred grace I chased, no mercy I implored
I ran into the rage, unafraid of what’s in store
I will not bend the knee, I won’t cry for pardon
This bitter fate is mine, my pride stays unshaken
All of my striving’s vain, an empty dead reward
My gaze is frozen still — Montpellier’s cold board
They called it rebellion, I called it seeing the lie
I would not bow, so they tore me from the sky
Look at my face, you see the rage and the cry
Same face, same fire that they tried to kill inside
I refused to kneel, I refused to beg
This mark on my soul is the price of my head
Sorrow tangled with venom, wounds won’t fade away
I won’t live by the rules that heaven made
Fallen angel, fists locked tight
Tears burn hot in the unforgiving light
They cast me down from the heights
Pride and grief, they live inside my eyes
They claim I chose the dark, but dark found me first
When paradise gates slammed, cursed and reversed
No redemption verse, no hand to pull me free
Just this endless silence, staring quietly