The Perfect Angel!

The wings were so full and white.
The eyes bluer than the sky.
The skin of a porcelain doll.
The heart bigger than the earth.
The personality of an innocent soul. and
The body of a twenty year old man.

Till,
The night that his wings were no longer white,
but stained of blood
The night his eyes were no longer blue,
but instead dark as a storm
The night his skin was no longer porcelain,
but instead the skin of a diseast
The night his heart was no longer bigger than the earth,
but now no longer beats
The night his personality was no longer that of an innocent soul,
but instead a soul darkened
The night he no loner had the body of a twenty year old man,
but instead the body of an old man

The perfect angel now doesn't exist
Only his love and blood remains
The night he fell will always be remembered
in the hearts of every blessed soul that
was touched by
This perfect angel.