OK, I am a bit sad because I thought Unangel is a word I had made up but it turns out there is a metal band with that name so not that original after all :D
UNANGEL
Pretty, feathery and light...
screw it, i am not that kind!
I'm the kind that burns,
a turner of the worlds,
a sleep depriver,
a black hole diver..
I'll never give you
what you want.
But I will free you
from the bond
with the illusion.
Are you done
with the confusion?
I think you can safely claim ‘unangel’ – at least probably as the first person to use it in a poem! Again I like that sequence – ‘a turner of the worlds/a sleep depriver,/a black hole diver’ – this listing of potential identities is an effective technique and you use it well. And I also like the way you run the syntax across the lines of the poem from one stanza to another so you get that two-line ‘with the illusion./Are you done’ stanza as a sort of bridge into the final line.