A lonely soul

The moment he touched me,
Tainted me,
My once pure, white wings began to turn,
rotted by his touch, they started to blacken,
My soul along with them,
Holey with the disease caused by him,
My mind deterating to the darkness,
Saught ways to ends it's pain,
Till my savior arrivied,
With her healing wings of white,
She showed me a different world,
One of happiness and laughter,
She bestowed upon me three gifts,
Hope, happiness, and friendship,
Of which I hope to return in kind.