The noose around my neck
A reminder of my actions
Something to remind me of what I was
When I wake up
All I see before me is barren and dark
There's nothing left alive
There's nothing worth protecting
All the angels
Their halos pulled around their necks
Hanging from the trees
And I stand
On the edge of this vast
And I can do nothing
There is no purpose to my existence
I am just another angel
Dangling from a dead branch
I wake up again
And I find that I was sleeping
With a noose around my neck | 
Submission Name: What happened to the halos
