Wings of Black

I used to be an angel, herald to ignorant light
The sorrows of the world, immaterial by that so bright
Guised by such vibrant apathy, the world slowly crept
As punishment for apathy, the consequence was death
As death, a fitting punishment for one who didn't care
The clipped my wings and dropped me, my back completely bare
But as I fell, I wondered if such a thing was wrong
For the ability not to care is one for which many long
Then, as I finally realized that nobody is right
My wings grew back, not white, but black, and dazzled in new light
You may pronounce me fallen, so I'll shout it just for you
That I herald a new light now, not of ignorance, but Truth
Perhaps you too will see through your light, demented in the gleam
Shed the wings you painted white and join me in my dream