My Own Angel

I fell through the hazy glass of sorrow..
Self pity, a tainted tomorrow..
Alas, my my pain was the embodiment of shame..
Wreck less endeavors, a selfish game..
So I sunk in my bed and smoked my last cigarette..
Thought of my demise and every regret..

I pressed the gun to my brow..
The trigger jammed, I don't know how..
I felt a brush of air touch my cheek..
A warmth so soft, so fragile, so meek..
I thought I heard the rustling of wings..
I swore for a moment it was all a dream..

I wasn't afraid. I had not felt that in years.
Alone in the dark, yet there was something there..
Then I saw the most alluring face..
A triumphant Angel with wings made of lace..
It looked at me with eyes that gleamed as if gold..
Away went the darkness, as its wings began to unfold..

A sweet voice of solace and beauty I've never heard..
Suddenly all my hopelessness seemed so absured..
I reached out to touch its wing..
There in my grasp and it begins to sing..
A haunting song so melodically sweet..
Then I knew I had no defeat..
My Angel saved me from the trigger of death that sacred night..
Even as it disappeared, I still feel my Angel in fight..