The angel of death

by Mia   Apr 5, 2008


Walking down the street
Its midnight nobodys around
Cold hands and cold feet
She doesnt make a sound

Her life has never really begun
She live the life of eternity forever
Against death no one has won
I doubt that no one will ever

So beautiful she is
But nobody can see
Shes stuck with this
No chance to be free

One last breath we want to borrow
Shes here and shes taking every crime
We know shes bringing so much sorrow
But her heart is breaking every time

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments