A heavy hand finds it's way to the throat of an angel. And a tiny man feels big for a moment. In this passing breath, so much is lost. So much stripped away from a soul so helpless.
I won't mourn your loss. But I'll mourn what you took from her. Swallowed by your rage, I look upon an inhuman face.
A heavy heart stares out from within a cage robbed by a monster of what keeps her sane.
A burden off my shoulders when you took your final breath I'll find a consolation in knowing
No one will ever again feel the weight of your heavy hand.