The Bother

You left me in the cold mist of my pain.The tears fall off my face like the majestic drops of rain.Forgotten souls and the lost are beginning to be revived but there it was another day our love did not survive.I find that when it rains there is an angel's suicide.Then again I take shelter,turn off the lights and try to hide.All the light can shine through the windows but tears will still run down my face.No one knows the remaining evil still lurks within this place.Through the hate,through the same lies a beast not even God could tame and in the end my mysterious feelings remain the same.There I was,too dead to cry and I kept slipping farther.When I awoke I looked in the mirror,I still am your miserable bother.