4 Years

4 Years.
I can't help but remember her more today... it's consuming.





In the arms of the Angel
far away from here
From this dark, cold hotel room,
and the endlessness that you feel
You are pulled from the wreckage
of your silent reverie
You're in the arms of the Angel;
may you find some comfort here


In the arms of the Angel;
may you find some comfort here