A/N: I don’t know why I’m doing this. To be a seiries of one-shots, based on Cruxshadows and Thoushaltnot songs. They’ll probably all be fairly depressing. I’ll post the lyrics at the beginning. They’ll probably also all be slash. Please take note that when it says ‘her’, ‘she’, or any variation of such in a song, I usually ignore it. These are what the songs mean to me, so they’ll probably be quite abstract. The title of each is the title of the song. I’m gonna have a couple different characters, all of them male so far as I know. Review please.

Sorrow sings
her kisses in silence
and adjusts the blinds to keep the light
from mocking everything I feel
She dances slowly
a silhouette upon the curtains
but her eyes seem to cry
only empty tears
I beg for comfort with inadequate verse
it meant so much to me... and so little to her
and I am sinking into a mountain of self pity
why can't I simply disregard all the things I feel?
"Where is my angel?

Where is my angel?

Where is my angel?

When I need him most?

Where is my angel?

Where is my angel?

Where is my angel?
Tell me now

Where did he go?"

Even Angels Fall

I sit on the stone wall that bordered the park. I’m right in the middle of a thunderstorm, but could care less. The icy rain mingles with my tears and washes them away. Angel is gone. He knows I need him, how could he go away? How could he not see the other car, not slam on the brakes faster than he did? Maybe then the cars wouldn’t have collided, maybe then he’d still be with me.

I see a couple across the street from me, hiding under an umbrella together and laughing. Laughing. How dare they, when the best person to ever exsist is no longer on this world? I glare at them through my tears, but they don’t see and keep walking.

I shiver. It’s cold, but I don’t care. I can’t feel it. The rain has soaked through my t-shirt, but I don’t care about that either. This t-shirt was Angel’s favorite of mine, sky blue with a little rainbow on the front. He said it was so cheerful-looking and pretty on me, clinging to my chest and showing off my stomach. I cry harder.

I remember how he would cheer me up, look at me and say, ‘Mis? Misery? Why don’t you smile for me? I love your smile. You know I’ll do anything to make you smile.’ But he won’t do that anymore. He won’t say my name anymore.

The funeral is tomorrow. I’m going. I’m reading a poem. I know I won’t cry. I’ve already cried too much.

Funny. The time I need him most is when he dies.