Animon

She died.
And because of her death I sit here,
All alone.
How am I supposed to be her
When she has died?
I cannot be C*****!
She was bright and pure,
A beautiful soul....
Murdered by the ruthlessness
Of this God forsaken world!
She was loved and happy,
And I cannot live up to the name.
So here i am,
Her dark shadow.
Living and breathing darkness,
Pathetic and sad.
I don't know which way to turn,
I'm lost without my Angel,
Damned to this Hell
Because I am NOT her...
And I won't ever be her again;
She died...