my feet tap the floor to the rythym my heart beats to. I sway not once just to keep my balance. In my leatard i i dance while streching my hands to the sky and clouds. While my body leaps over imaginary mountains. My eyes show nothing to the demons who watch me, but remain closed. My wings have been clipped from the day i was born so that these demons keep me prisoner. Until the day some kind angel will save me... I am a poor fallen angel locked in a demons cage. God had shunned my heart so let it be said i am better off left for dead.