Night behind our backs

When a partner is killed before your eyes, it is difficult to survive. If you lose its wings with him, it is almost impossible to survive. I"m still not sure what I could. And I know for sure: that death was not accidental.
Secrets are locked in the old diary. Secrets are hidden by politicians for whom I and everyone who replaced my family is dangerous monsters. Dead angels whisper about secrets, descending from the sky every night.
We are looking for answers. Sooner or later we will find everything to one, no matter how much we interfere. Maybe the latter will bring at least a little rest, or maybe only a hungry destructive flame that will destroy us and everything that we protect.