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.

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.