Funny how I never cried for you, Angel.
I cried for the demons,
I wept for the mortals.
I never shed a tear for you, Angel.
I cried for the demons that lured me.
the sirens that smiled their beautiful smiles
and when I came to them,
ripped the life blood out of my shredded heart
until it was nothing but a bloody rag.
I wept for the mortals,
their beautiful faces I lusted after,
but when I came to them I saw their beauty, only skindeep,
turned into shadow of fear and of hate, black voids empty of love.
Still I clung to their cold hardened shells, seeking love in their flesh.
I never shed a tear for you, Angel.
Not a one, while you stood there, watching me,
loving me with your heart and your soul,
crying as mine were trampled,
as I trampled yours,
for I never saw you, never saw your light shining on me.
Then you died, and I never cried for you.
Until now.
My beautiful Angel.
