I’m cold and heartless, hollow to the bone.
I’ll use you up and leave you all alone.
No guilt will bloom, no second glance or pause.
I am the storm that never checks its cause.

She is an angel,
No one can see.
She walks the thread-bridge,
Silently free.

They fall beneath her,
She bears their cost.
Her soul still mourns them,
All of them lost.

She saves the broken,
Though I have sinned.
She is my angel,
Felt in the wind.