Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
The raindrops glittered on the window, a soft rain accompanying the image. I stood, looking out, tears falling down my face. Sniffing softly, I wiped away smeared mascara from my cheeks, cradling something small in my hand.
"Angel, why did you leave me?" I whispered softly, opening my hand to reveal a white rose, its petals formed perfectly, its stem without thorns. I caressed the stem softly, then exclaimed loudly as an unseen thorn pierced my finger, drawing blood from the surface. Dropping the rose, I clutched my hand, the tears breaking loose again.
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There are vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
Looking at the blood, I picked up the rose again. This time the virgin white surface was smeared with red, drawing away from the beauty, making it ugly again. To my amazement, the rose shriveled up, turning brown, and the petals fell off one by one before my eyes. Dropping the once-beautiful object, I buried my face in my hands, sliding down the window, weeping at the sight.
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there?
Suddenly a quiet voice whispered. "Buffy?" I looked up, my eyes glittering, and collapsed into the arms of my lover, my tears dampening his once-dry shirt. He caressed my hair, his fingers gentle on my skin, and comforted me. I felt safe now, protected.
"Angel, I love… I love you…" I whispered. As if he seemed to understand, the image of my angel became fuzzy at the edges, and then suddenly, he vanished, his image replaced by sparkling drops falling on the grass outside the window.
I turned to look at the rose. Its once marred surface was removed of the blood, and had returned to its beautiful white form.
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always one reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
Oh beautiful release
Memory seeps from my veins
Let me be empty
And weightless and maybe
I'll find some peace tonight
The raindrops glittered on the window, a soft rain accompanying the image. I stood, looking out, tears falling down my face. Sniffing softly, I wiped away smeared mascara from my cheeks, cradling something small in my hand.
"Angel, why did you leave me?" I whispered softly, opening my hand to reveal a white rose, its petals formed perfectly, its stem without thorns. I caressed the stem softly, then exclaimed loudly as an unseen thorn pierced my finger, drawing blood from the surface. Dropping the rose, I clutched my hand, the tears breaking loose again.
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There are vultures and thieves at your back
And the storm keeps on twisting
You keep on building the lie
That you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escaping one last time
It's easier to believe in this sweet madness oh
This glorious sadness that brings me to my knees
Looking at the blood, I picked up the rose again. This time the virgin white surface was smeared with red, drawing away from the beauty, making it ugly again. To my amazement, the rose shriveled up, turning brown, and the petals fell off one by one before my eyes. Dropping the once-beautiful object, I buried my face in my hands, sliding down the window, weeping at the sight.
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there?
Suddenly a quiet voice whispered. "Buffy?" I looked up, my eyes glittering, and collapsed into the arms of my lover, my tears dampening his once-dry shirt. He caressed my hair, his fingers gentle on my skin, and comforted me. I felt safe now, protected.
"Angel, I love… I love you…" I whispered. As if he seemed to understand, the image of my angel became fuzzy at the edges, and then suddenly, he vanished, his image replaced by sparkling drops falling on the grass outside the window.
I turned to look at the rose. Its once marred surface was removed of the blood, and had returned to its beautiful white form.
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
