The beauty of an angel is not in what we see,
But in the faith in believing in the unseen.
As tear fill my eyes I finally realize,
Ive had my share of pain;
Revealing the secrets of my own souls true worth.
Kissing with love, you end up cold, alone, and dead.
Death is inescapable, and most people fear it.
Your frail body shadows my room,
Oh bright angel of Death;
Eyes of stone stare straight though my soul.
I see the dullness of life,
But even the shadows are bright,
Ive seen Deaths face.
No one has ever achieved immortality.
The world changes day by day,
What use to be loved and familiar,
Is now despised and strange.
We will always have the memories.
I walk the cold wet streets alone,
And vengeance pumps my veins,
Death seems so appropriate,
The angel smiles deep within,
And I remember why.