Too Sensitive to Fight the Darkness

A lone warrior walks with the shadows,
An articulate loving soul,
Too sensitive to fight the darkness,
So his mind loses control,
The warrior feels he's not worthy,
Like life is not his speed,
So he doses his flames with alcohol,
And this is his relief,
The relief is short lived,
But life is not,
He is lonely,
He is forgot,
So the bottles continue to pour,
Smiling at the darkness,
Death comes,
To the beautiful broken soul.

'Cause what good is the earth, to an angel?
*In memory of someone with B.P.D.*