I painted the tear of an angel
The day that you left me alone.
It streaked down the face of its bearer;
An angel with garments of roan.
A shadowy flicker of lightining
Darkened a bit by despair
And softly caressed by the moonlight
Adorned the tear traveling there.
Her golden hair mingled with dirt flecks
Told she was falling apart.
A ruby red stain on her tunic
Traced where she'd broken her heart.
Her blue eyes were tinted with crimson,
A sign that she'd cried all night long,
And her wings, they hung shattered and lifeless
Proving that something was wrong.
I painted her sitting on rain clouds
Gazing quite sadly around
Across the vast distance that lay there.
Her pale lips ne'er uttered a sound.
In her right hand she held up a dagger,
Whilst she pondered death's outcome again
And whether she really would miss it
If she chose it was time for her end.
Her left hand clutched tightly a pendant;
The sign of a friendship now gone.
The only thing keeping her living,
Alive for to see the new dawn.
So there sat my angel in silence
A monument frozen in time.
Whom I can relate to completely,
For she feels exactly as I.
review plz! and don't worry...i'm not suicidal! ; )