Down speckled cheeks falls
The tears of an angel
Breaking through the skin like acid
Eyes wide open, flesh splitting torment
Falling down like rain
On a stormy night
Shattering glass of a once reflectant window
No doubt the end is tomorrow.
Snow turns red, this night we crumble
Clinging to life like insects in winter
Dry lips parting, no words heard
Eyes wide open, separation
Breaking away
The strings of a heart, once so full
Of your love.
Tomorrow is another day, perhaps,
If all ends well, maybe we will have another chance,
In deaths embrace,
I still love you, my angel...
"Clinging to life like insects in winter"
Brilliance.