Torn

I tried to touch the hand of God and lost my wings of 
innocence. the truth became sour poison, lying sweet to the
 taste, what am I if not a demon; from a lamb to all I 
hated.
I tried to embrace and covet what I tried to destroy. what 
have i become? in a quest for purity,
I've become stained, my motives twisted and lost in my 
ambitions. through the eyes of angels, I saw a world of 
chances. on the thorns of decadence my wings were torn. my 
wings were torn.
my saviors image not unlike mine, still so distant, 
countenance, unfamiliar, and threatening.
I am my own seed, my own creation, with malicious intent I 
turn on my father to kill my son. all that I was, I have 
lost.