Angel's Tears, Our Rain

The trickling tears of a fallen angel,
They fall to their end,
Mistaken for a raindrop,
But there is no misting twist,
No refreshing splash
A drop only filled with coldness
And a hard old stab
It lands on my chest,
Searing into my soul,
Piercing my heart, whole
Raw pieces burning into ash,
It all flies with that one gust of wind
Never to return, again