the smell of a burning wick helps to burn out the other problems a guardian angel or so you claim to be the vibrant colors the beautiful wings the unusual headdress why is my guardian angel standing on a rocky structure overlooking the aquatic creation seemingly ready to take the plunge how we relate i feel connected could i finally find someone who understands me for me my memories of angels doesn't seem too clear i have a knack for being on the losing end of angelic action what do you hold in your hand is that the instrument that will rob me of my life are you here to end my torture you truly are my guardian angel love flows from you that i've never known the starry sky is inviting the beautiful water is tempting i'm accepting of this fate feel free to carry out the act the end is near the wick reaches the glass the shards are flying towards me you are flying into me the sensation the love the feel i'm finally satisfied i'm finally with you
Reason for writing:
In February of 1996, my middle brother killed himself. I wrote this while thinking about him one night. All I could think was how I wished I was with him. I still miss, but I have worked through it.
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