I Feel the Stinging Vacancy

I feel the stinging vacancy
Where they have
Drawn you back.
Half my world is gone.
Half my world.

When I look to you
I see an angel
Bound by broken chains
Mystery dead at your feet
Love on the altar
Of a vengeful god

I see an angel bent beside you
His left hand on his knee,
His right hand on your shoulder
And his wary eye on me.