Angel of my salvation,
why do you hurt me so,
you never asked enough from me ,
now your letting me go..
Your light has blinded,
your knife ,
cutting my soul,
what do you leave me too..
The beasts in my tears,
scratch down my face,
and all that I was,
sister,
you never had the time to erase,
I gave you flowers,
now the petals prick as thorns,
I'll be keeping my reflections,
when your closing the door..
Angel ,
is salvation really the remedy.
to the hurt ,
that you now are giving me..
Be my guest,
your not the best,
this mind can't feel anything,
but then ,
how long has it been ,
since ,
you could honestly offer.