Breaking death's grasp; My guardian

I sit here alone
My mind in shambles.
I watch as the rain
flows down and crashes.
Such an indelicate sight.
The sky is dull,
much like a jaded knife.
I close my eyes
to make this go away.
It chases my thoughts.
It is relentless.
It doesn't stop.
the cold wraps it's hands around me.
Soon enough,
It finds it's way under my skin.
I shiver to shake it away,
It has already set in.
How much longer can I endure?
I can find no safe route,
no safe cure.
The pigment in my eyes,
it has lost it's light.
My gaze now lifeless.
A smile cannot befriend
this weather, it is futile.
beneath a blanket of hope,
I try to invest my safety.
But I find myself,
on hollow roads.
I lay myself to rest,
my vision fades.
My mind wanders,
as I try to focus.
My emotions repressed,
I can feel my soul darken.
The night is no friend
in the dead of winter.
Shall I wake tomorrow?
Or will i be drifting through an afterlife?
Such brutality  for a gentle soul.
Life's cold grip,
has not given me a chance.
Perhaps my heart will shine,
under the crimson skies,
that I only see when i close me eyes.
I lay here wasting away.
Darkness explodes deeper upon me,
I descend.
I wait for it to come, the end.
There is no light in my world of despair.
As my breath turns to dust,
I see her, my guardian.
She is no angel.
Her skin so pale
Her hair long, dark, as it dangles.
I feel the gust from her dark wings.
As her body lands before me,
I can feel her touch my chest,
as my spirit begins to slip,
she has caught me in time.
My strength has returned again.
I have found salvation.
But my guardian,
She is gone.
I can still feel her touch on my chest.