how foolish we can be to think that your portrait became the epitome an angel inside your heart i still remember that day that you blinked three times when three months were erased in three days and three nights such a beautiful facade / the repetition ceases to amaze me three weeks away could not bring perspective for friendship once thought cherished now just a candle falling victim to your cold breath you say that angels can't die i saw one hiding motionless beneath blood stained sheets dead in my eyes