I need a title and ways I can fix this poem.

Around, all around, the dark Angels gather.
My Fear grows as the Pain of your words fall against my Heart.
It Wounds me, and darkly my Life drips onto the cold ghostly marble grave.
In a haze of shock, I call Her name.
While my Nightmare takes over my body.
now alone with you gone, my soul falls upon uncaring hands
My love has been lost