how foolish we can beto think that your portrait became the epitomean angel inside your hearti still remember that day that you blinked three timeswhen three months were erased in three days and three nightssuch a beautiful facade / the repetition ceases to amaze methree weeks away could not bring perspectivefor friendship once thought cherishednow just a candle falling victim to your cold breathyou say that angels can’t diei saw one hiding motionless beneath blood stained sheetsdead in my eyes