To an angel

In a place of darkness,
where time stood like a rock,
something happened to me.

For the longest time,
I was digging in the dark.
For the longest time,
I was digging myself apart.

And in a place of darkness,
you flew over me
and took me out of a hole.

They say
even the Devil's heart
can be pierced
by a Cupid's shot.

Something happened to me.
Something split me open
and you came into me.
You filled me up
and made me into something
I never thought I could be.

And suddenly
I was no longer cold.
It was no longer dark.
I was no longer digging,
but flying
with your arms around me.

An angel with the Devil
in her arms.

All you did
was show yourself to me.
And I was shown
something I had never seen before.
Hope.

And in a place of light,
I was flying.
Because of you.
Because of you.

But deep inside,
a dark fire had kept on burning.
A fire that I could never extinguish.
And as I looked down
into my chest
I knew it would grow.
Grow until I set fire to
the ears that would hear my words,
the skin that would feel my touch,
the eyes that would see my face.

Grow until I set fire to
the angel that carried me.

So I pulled away,
thinking you would hold on
and tear something within me
apart.

But instead,
in a place of pain,
in a place of darkness,
in a place of light,
you said to me,
"You are brave."

But instead,
in that moment of silence,
in the sound of release,
you let me go,
while smiling
like the rising sun.

And as I fell,
all I could feel
was my shattered state.
It was me who fell apart.
It was me who broke away.

And as I see you now,
almost as high as you once were,
all I want you know
is that
you were the brave one.
You were the one who let go smiling.
And in a place somewhere beautiful in the sky,
I know you will be soaring there once more.