Angel Cries

Tears fall down,
The Angels face.
Flowing black,
Leaving a trace.

The Angel's eyes,
Which are now red.
Were full of life,
But now are dead.

His skin was bright,
Now sickly pale.
If he tries to fly,
His wings would fail.

Black tears pour down,
In pale hands they pool.
For believing him,
He felt a fool.

Angel trusted Rain,
But he broke his heart.
And he is now,
Permanently stained art.

Blood was spilt,
As tears were shed.
On a false trail,
Poor Angel was led.

A trail that led to,
Pain and despair.
Rain pretended to love,
Pretended to care.

This beautiful boy,
Who's pains' so unreal.
Goes through everyday,
What you can't imagine to feel.