He and the Angel

He walks along the courtyard everyday
Wide-eyed, yet he sees nothing
Blank faces, lips move, he will not hear what they say
He will not even allow the birds to sing

Glowing Angel, basking in her light
She is the only one he will see
I try to listen with all of my might
But the language they speak is unknown to me

I am standing in the corner, screaming
To him, I am only a faded photo
Shot from a place where no life is now teeming
A place he dare not go

Even though the Angel shines, she falls all the time
She cannot seem to earn her wings at all
But he thinks that it is just fine
As long as she comes when he calls

Their days are intertwining, but they do not care
Because all he sees is her face
My life I wish I could share
But my movement has no grace

Now the Angel's light is starting to dim
As they are dying in the street
Long ago, I tried to warn him
But I guess he wanted a "sweeter" treat...