Holy Angel

From the despairs of dreamed mares,
and melted pieces of my heart,
I stand alone, grasping straws,
and pled for death to start.
Minutes gone by, warped into hours,
and a pain begot by days,
finally comes tumbling down,
in it’s fiery blaze.
Every morning I feel the dead,
because you left my soul to pay.
I fell for you, like no one had
never to question what may.
You were a Saint, my Holy Angel,
better than any living thing,
you touched my heart, like no one has,
you made my life something.