Damien and the Seraph

Dark Prince rise, From your self-made tomb, Once again, I am ready to be consumed, Take half my wing, Give me half a horn, Brake my halo in two, Tonight, I am born. I need both sides to feed me life, But I must ask you kindly. Who am I? A seraph from above? Or a fiend with no love? The mundane thought is tearing me apart, In an insane world I'm holding my heart, Memories bully my fragile mind, Pictures of a cold, abandoned time. How much longer with this cross on my back?! Any more and all my strength I will lack. Wings, aureole; Half my soul. Horns, tails; Have my Hells.