An Angel's Final Prayer

Thousands of miles north she sees my eyes through

The aperture of her door

And I see hers reflecting off a kitchen knife

A kitchen knife

I feel her marrow in my bones

Hundreds of pages torn from a notebook

Full of words that never meant anything anyway

Just like these

Her halo made of broken glass from the windshield

Her body shot like an arrow in an acrylic painted circle

I use the shrapnel to chisel an epitaph into an empty field

No one will bring flowers to an unmarked grave

She always hated roses anyway

She always hated roses anyway

Silence falls over the burial site

As a veil of spring rain shrouds the road

She always hated roses anyway

She always hated roses anyway

You should have seen how beautiful you looked

You should have seen how beautiful you looked

You should have seen how beautiful you looked

With a face full of glass shards

(Can you hear your guardian angel crying?)

(I can)