Analysis of darkest hour

In the darkest hour there I am helpless alone.
My oh my a soul shattered into million pieces.
She is in control of everything.
In the search of a helping hand there is fog.
You gave me a kiss of death now my heart feels dead.
A sweet angel so was the story told.
In the darkest hour there I am drowning.
My soul left my body I am just a body nothing more nothing less.
She was beautiful yes she was beautiful but her face is so cold.
In the light she used to be kind and caring full of life.
Now here in the darkest hour I hope I find you my angel.