"My Angel."

On edge of letting go of the rope you hold

My hands are all in blood, and all of it my own

You catch me when I fall, but you got wings to use

I got nothing to earn and I got nothing to lose

I don’t know if your wings are real

For I cannot see your face which you won’t reveal

My grip is slowly letting go

Your voice chanting isn’t gone

I hear your cries and hear your mourns

As I fall in a place of abyss

A place of my thoughts and my life’s repeat

I have died and had nothing achieved