We Are The Fallen Poem by Witch Baby

This barren city we call our home
The smoke of our sins that choke our lungs
When you have fallen from grace
All thats left is this demon inside

I can taste the bittersweet memories
Of love on my tongue
Ideas I knew of
But know nothing about

So we walk down the streets of Los Diablos
Wings, a dirty gray, hidden behind chains
Wanting to relive our past experiences
But never finding the road to redemption