Resting Angel

We fall, one by one, blinded by the darkness that slowly engulfs us, taking away every trace of us that there has ever been, marking us all so that we may be forgotten as easily as we give in to sleep after a long day.

But around you there is no darkness, only a halo of pale light that brings out the ever-changing tones of your eyes. You create art with every step you take, effortlessly changing the lives of those you speak to, your ever-lasting light staying by their side for an eternity after you leave.

You see the tragedies that surround and make every effort that you possibly can to amend them, and in certain ways you seem to be an angel; but we all know that even they battle demons every now and then. You hide them, hoping that you can fend them off with no help from anyone, praying that there will be no need for any of the people you reach to know.
You gently slip yourself into bed, begging your mind to rest for one night, to forget all the questions that race through your mind every night even though that it's impossible to find the answer to most of them.
Rest, dear angel, lay your head on my shoulder as I keep your devil at bay tonight.