The Angel

Losing what made you feel alive, losing what made you realise what was real and surreal, what was love and hate, what was life and death.

The angel with the wings of flames
Standing above your fears of shame...
...And creates the most beautiful song, so safe,
So your sleep will come along with your pain
And chase every sound of his lost voice  living in shades.

Your angel with the wings on fire,
Gazing from above to his beautiful flower,
In pursuit of the most wonderful grave,
So your sleep will be safe,
In his pain,
So you'll be his forever again...