A slilent whisper of the long dead,
carried upon the breeze.
Dancing around me, the swirling wind,
I forget the time and place.
I remember you, the way your were
when I left.
I way you looked at me,
even the way you seemed to breath.
I remember how you sang to me,
the song of your heart refrain.
I know now what true love is,
and I relise it nothing but pain.
You were so perfect to me,
in evry singel way.
I adored you, loved you, wanted you
and only you.
It hurt me to leave you but you told me to go.
You said "An Angel belongs not with a monster."
thats what you called yourself.
All your life youve been beaten,abused.
All your life youve been hurt and used.
Because of your deformity, people hate you,
but my perfect dark angel, all I did was love you.
I didnt knwo it was love untill I was long gone
form your safe arms.
Untill I was standing at the alter,
about to marry a man I didnt love,
the man that had you killed.
But they cant kill an Angel,
they cant destroy what they didnot create.
Your mine and mine forever,
to live in regret is my fate.
It cold outside, and its been raining,
the last tears of the morn are on the leaves.
I run a gloved hand across the smooth glass,
of my so called "palace".
You always said that is suited me,
but now that is very wrong.
The paint is smooth and white,
and the glass colorful and clean.
So differant form my now darkened soul,
so quiet next to my endless scream.
Sighing I drift back to the garden,
the roses are red and abloom.
The color so vivid, oh my, almost like blood.
Memorised I carress the smooth petals,
unoticed tears slipping down my face.
Flashes of forgotten memories race accross my mind.
The first time I sang at the Opera,
and came back to find you waiting,
red rose in your elegant hand.
Then the night you dragged me away,
and begged me to love you in return.
I should have said yes,
then you wouldnt be dead.
Oh my angel, what have I done?
Brushing away my pointless tears,
i walk numbly back into the manor.
My footsteps echo, cradeled softly
in the swaying swish of my long dress.
I look into the miror, that hangs in the hall,
and frown at what I see.
Pale skin, limp curls, empty eyes that lost there gleam.
I colaps on my bed, the black satin a strang comfort.
Closing my eyes I fade in my darkness,
looking for the ghost that haunts my dreams...
my angel..