AN: Hey, guys. This just kind of...wrote itself, I guess you could say. I don't really know what it's supposed to be, but I hope y'all enjoy. Review if you like, tell me what you think.
Your power, so apparent, an extension of your being,
now decayed, burnt out, like the wings you rode in on.
How does it feel, being so empty?
Is the silence in your head too much to bear?
What was once so beautiful is now a dead, ugly thing
nothing more than a ghost of what you used to be.
Did it hurt
when all of your dreams came crashing to the ground?
I trusted you with my very being
yet you failed at the most important task.
A protector you are, yet you could not save me;
I know that the fault is not entirely yours.
I tried to do good,
Tried to be strong,
But this pain is too much for me to take.
I am not used to feeling
weakness.
The shadows in your eyes are a haunting reminder
that I just wasn't good enough to save you.
A shell of a person, humanity does not fit you;
I can see what you try to hide.
Let me help you
like I once tried;
I promise you, this time I will succeed.
Let me alone and leave me to wallow
in self-pity, despairing what cannot be retrieved.
There is nothing left for me here.
I have no home,
my family, dead;
He, who I loved, with all of myself, has forsaken me.
This silence is killing me, the emptiness crushing,
and all that I held dear is shattered to pieces;
There is nothing left of the angel,
only a shadow of what used to be.
I watch as you slowly self-destruct; you are like a time bomb
ticking the moments of your life away.
I cannot remain this Graceless thing.
Let me help you.
There is no undoing this; it is over.
We will find a way to fix you.
There is always a solution.
Your intentions are good, but your dreams unachievable;
there is no hope when everything is lost.