dried tears on the face of an angel

to the touch, cold as a statue

soul is free, no longer dark or mangled

angel of stone in a graveyard, although stationary, i cannot catch you

stone wrists cannot bleed

but your wings cannot break

i pray for your blessing i need

or else my lover now must be fake

though dark october took you from this world

the rebirth of april cannot bring you to return

you turned to stone with your fingers curled

you cannot fly away, but you never learn

my statue of an angel in a cemetery

stuck frozen still forever and a day

the devils muse, away he will try to carry

an angel of stone in a cemetery you will always stay