Like the Angel you are, leaving a beautiful scar.
My once so warm and flush is now a cold star.

The smile I gave turns to the grave,
longing for the soul I couldn't save.

All alone in a dark place, never to see your blessed face.
My heart longing to join you, slowing in it's pace.

You pushed me home, all alone.
You sent me back for sins to atone.

Like the Angel you are, leaving this horrible, grand, disgusting, beautiful, festering, warming, excruciating, comforting scar.