I PRAY THY LORD MY ANGEL TO TAKE

Even when an angel gives her wings, it is often that she is still left empty.


It was the 23rd, dark and most painful night for the angel who gave her all. A wing for a wing but still she could not fly and she could not cry anymore.


The room was dark, cold and weary when she decided to let it all go; That is to end her mortal and angelic life. Perhaps her destiny was pre-determined once again.


When a bed of an angels last resting place is seemingly cold, then she knows it is her time to close her eyes and never awake again.

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The mentally suicidal angel has had enough. She has saved all the souls she could save all the while she will have to pray for her own salvation.


A lost love for another lost cause, it doesn't matter how much she contributed to the one she loved fiercely yet innocently.


The pain in her chest was not a call for attention. It was a scream for assistance and no one was wise enough to hear their own English language in desperation.


It was the saddest day for the angel of doom. The minutes counted down and the hours passed without memory.


She closed her eyes and saw only dark light and water.


As she took her last and final breath she remembered how love once felt.


"He was like air to my lungs and water to my thirst." as she silently spoke to herself as she drank the last sip of her painless juice. " Now I can't breath and now I cannot drink water to preserve my existence."


Minutes later she fell asleep and never awoke again.


When her loved ones found her seven days later they knew she was finally at peace.


So sad that a good-hearted angel had to give her life to save someone who doesn't even know he was saved...........