Falling Angels

Pain is a poison to a heart made of tears,
Mirrors are memories of the past years.
Loneliness is like a chill from the grave,
Of living grace one can never save.

I seek happiness, I will never find,
Burning alters into one's mine.
Even the blind can see life's pain,
Tears washed away by the falling rain.

I stood hear hearing your soul's cries,
Burning through a million lies.
Love is a legend in my darkened mind,
Something to seek through, never to find.

I feel the chill of a fierce cry,
Mourning songs of those who had die.
Silver shadows cast by the moon,
Of falling angels returning soon.  ¶ 11:55 PM