Fallen Angel

He speaks with gentle sincerity
A gentleman, always ready to please.
His conflicted words wrote themselves straight into my heart;
He has been disintegrating, ever since he's learned to breathe.
He shakes his fist in anger as his world collapses
And who knows what runs through his mind as he brutally slams the door to his tainted heart.
He is at war:
With the world...and with himself.
And yet his tortured soul paved its way straight into my heart
Where I try to make sense of his feelings.
Those emotions, so full of anger,
Yet they were almost an equivocation of my alter ego.
But on his battlefield where he's fighting a losing battle,
Not even I can reach out to touch his soul.
My fallen angel, what have they done to you?