Material Angel.

There it was and there it goes,
flying through our minds like hallucinated windows.
And here we stand, our feet in the sand, as our hands intertwine.
I couldn't hold onto the moment we had but I could still hold onto you
and try and fight back the tears that spilled out with an impending doom.
There was nothing left to look for
no one to ask time for more.
They couldn't push Death back
and the pills made you compulsively react.

And now as I watch with amazement but belief
the tide washes away the colour from your feet.
It works up your legs and now your ankles are completely gone
I can't even wish that this is a dream gone wrong.
I'm happy you're leaving in a peaceful manner
but as you disappear more, I notice you've staggered.

Your eyes are now cold with no colour left inside
I feel it'd be better if you hurried up and died.
I left go of your cold hand and I wish you the best
while you fade into my memory like the line on a pinstripe vest.