I'm not certainly a mere angel,

Hardly being a hallowed saint,

I'm just an ordinary woman

With a heart of fallen angel;

How blind could be the people,

Who perceive me as a pure angel?

How they would imagine themselves,

In my position,

Even experiencing the pain, desolation,

Heartaches, grief and sins,

I have witnessed?

Sparkles of hopes glistened,

Granting me hopes and reasons,

To live after my fiancé not only,

Plagued me with a heartbreak, infidelity,

Loneliness and Fear of

Loving and trusting,

Moreover with a scorching disease,

Ceasing my fertility,

The most craved thing I have ever,

Desired for,

Having a family;

I wanted to die,

But I couldn't,

A fallen angel hovering up,

In the heavenly sky,

It's me,

Supervising every sinner,

Every non-sinner,

Realizing I'm not the sole sinner,

"We're all sinners, every one of us!",

God gave another chance,

Fresh hope,

To a fallen angel,

To further my own path,

In finding and discovering,

The light in life,

A candle light,

Illuminating each step I have took;

Fallen angel,

Known as the common sinner,

Used to be a lewd nightclub singer,

Boozing and boozing insane alcohol quantity,

Sleeping around,

Numbing myself in attempt,

To forget about the past,

To render every memory oblivious,

Drowning in its abysmal, godforsaken, dark ocean;

Fallen angel,

Trapped by my past,

Tugged by the demon's sinister grip,

Incapable to set myself free from,

The fiendish embrace;

Fallen angel,

Unable to being released by the demons,

From the somber past,

Airbrushed in black,

A Fallen Angel,

I,

Gleaming in gray,

Since I am a sinner, a fallen angel,

Imperfect being,

Figuring out my vices,

Preventing me from being ideal,

Little did I know how,

I hardly realize it's better,

To be imperfect;

Fallen angel,

Beneath God's blessing,

Encircled by other angels,

Whether fallen like me,

Or rather ordinary,

Vices are the reason,

Why I'm not exactly,

A sweet, pure, innocent angel;