The Tortured Angel Poem by I write because I have to

In the darkness damp
and wet
form tears that fell to quell what's left.
No more to dwell
to blame in vain
left alone to feign deceit
while in pain discreet
and incomplete.
Cast aside
and left to die
to soar no more, never to fly.
His heart crushed
and ripped apart, such
that his love like his wings were grounded
adjacent to fear, surrounded
by nothing...emotions unfounded.
Dripping away the light that remained,
glowing tears growing,
throwing shadows,
knowing blood's flowing,
he's losing his battle.
Wounded and cleft,
torn, in scorn he's been stretched
far beyond his limits,
bereft,
sorrow infinite
within his skin his sin is etched.
Dying slowly
lonely fading,
severed dreams on broken wings waiting
to mend
distrought at the thought that he fought 'til the end
and lost
and now he must descend
with pain beholden
and a shattered halo, no longer golden.