When I was your angel, we knew exactly who we were. We were no strangers to the night. I had you where I needed you to be. But you don't want me anymore. There's a force that's dimming your light. It has you blinded and dismembered from what we used to be. At midnight I often think of you and the creatures we once were when you were mine.
Together we walked through death and found the same light that flickered inside the dying flames; as creatures of the night, you knew that I was your angel and you were mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem