For me you've always been my angel sent.
Far from above,
Hoping i'd be the one to catch you,
When your fall, came to an end.
But i fell too, even before i met you.
Therefore i should call myself,
The angel of death.
I looked it in the eyes,
And denied it as a threat.

I'll kiss your broken wings,
Even though your feathers cut me,
Like knives, deep in my heart.
I still gave you something broken,
I still gave you something,
That was already torn apart.

But for me to not forget,
Death kissed me, before you ever could.
Therefore i died,
And layed in the arms of an angel,
Before anyone elses, if i ever would.

The galaxies have called me their own, Before you.
Seeing me as a child of the universe,
Now safe inside their arms,
And no other place,
Where i should belong to.

So i may be upset about the fact,
I never got to call you mine.
But oh darling,
If only i would remind myself,
I was once aligned with trillions of stars.
Therefore before you,
I could already call myself divine.

-anoeska