Birth of an Angel

I’m am here with you.
I feel for you.
I want you.
I need you.

Your skin and eyes are soft.
To me you are beautiful,
Yet yourself say your not.
So I wish you could see,
Just how pretty you are.
When your living self dies,
And your immortal self thrives.

To walk on this earth until it is flames,
The taste of what we drink is silk.
This is my gift dear angel,
And now I shall hold you until you wake.
When your living self dies,
And your immortal self thrives.

By Darkangel_Lullaby1

Wings black and blue. Skin pale and dead. Face of child. Body of an angel. Darkness in my eyes, I am Lullaby.