Angel of despair

Who is that woman visiting me in the night?
Her bright glow filling up the room.
Every time she whisperes it´s going to be allright. Just fight.
Filling me up with tears.

Tears of joy. Tears that take away my fears.
Fears of life. Every time i wake up she´s gone.
Feeling alone again.

My deep struggles fall into deep grounds when she comes along.
Along with all te peace.
The shivering lights she left behind in my thoughts.
Sometimes i can sense her lying next to me.

But she´s not always there. My angel of despair.
I have to fall deep in into sleep then she will appear.
Sometimes i even doubt if she is real. Created by hope.
Hope created by pain. The pain that does not go away without her to stay.

Every night questioning about her visit.
Saying to myself. Her excistense is not real.
Or is it?