Angels Shouldn't Cry

I laid my head against the white wall as Angel slept. My body felt an odd chill but i just shrugged it away. I started to count the seconds ticking by or just focus on some of the worse thoughts rushing through my head.

I never heard the footsteps turn into the room or hear someon clearing their throat. I never felt the warm hand grabbing my shoulder and asking me one question. Why are you here?

I was to lost. To deep within my dead body to notice anything around me. I was starting to succomb to all the feelings and thoughts that became a confusing babble for to many voices were whispering, yelling, or just talking.

I was to deep.