The weeping angel flew away

Once she sent me back to yesterday.

It hurt real bad the loss and pain

so I ran down the silent lane.

Nothing could help me, nothing at all.

So the lonely assassin came when called.

I asked her why she hurts people this way.

She responded with a silent gaze.

I walked towards her before she could come towards me.

I said "Kill me now and set me free."

Before I died I realized this

There is nothing as comforting as an angels kiss.

Though they seem mean and hard as stone

there is one thing they will never own.

Their real beauty is quite extreme.

But no one has ever seen a peek.

The softness of a living touch.

but that is not very much, for us.

The touch of an angel is loving and warm.

I wonder if that is known by The Oncoming Storm.