Rip off my wings,
Cut off my golden curls;
Extinguish the light I give
To frightened boys and girls.
Strip me of my snow white robes,
Use my halo to slash my cherub’s face;
Reap me of all my worth,
Pull me down so far from grace.
Then leave me, red and raw,
Alone on the cold hard ground.
Alone in the abyss.
No light, no smell, no sound.
Do I want my God to save me?
Carry me back to kingdom come?
Or shall I just lie here?
Wait to be succumbed.