The walk

Angels just look away,
As demons taunt my head,
God just sits on his throne,
Me wishing I was dead,

Angels turn their faces,
Not a single tear,
They never noticed,
Nothing they do fear,

Demons taunt my head,
All they do is talk,
With my bloody razor,
I took a little walk,

God just sits there,
On his might throne,
They he says depart from me,
For you I've never known.