Angel Poem by Ben Coomer

you lead youself into the dark
and leave behind your friend as a mark
as you walk through these empty halls
you see this was not right at all
your hand reaches with all its might
hoping it finds an angels light
as you sink into the dark
theres a soft tug on your heart
you follow this feeling back home
hoping this angel will show his own
and just before you pay your dews
you find this angels the friend you knew