Your angel's wings are broken,
Stained and completely blood soaken.

For he once could soar, once could fly,
But now he's fallen from a place so high.

A place he achieved by none other than you,
But end his life he might just do.

Please, do not worry, do not fret,
Until he's gone, he's happy not just yet.

And with a final smile, and sorrowful sigh,
Your angel must bid you a final *goodbye.

The pictures behind my eyes
Are the only place I see her now,

For the graveyard is all too crowded.