It's like a fairytale.
Can a heart take this much.
Blood of an angel is falling down into a white well.
Pure like water, beautiful like a rose, but dangerous like poison.
In the end the angel falls to the ground,
it's dirty. But it can't move.
The blood doesn't stop dripping from the bleeding wounds.
The wings start to get grey. All the colours are gone. Everything is black and white,
apart from the blood thats falling into a white well.