The Angel Of Death

by TillyMariex   Nov 10, 2008


The angel of death cut me
cut my heart
cut my soul
cut every part of me
and tore me apart.

The angel of death saw right through me
stabbed me right through the heart
right through the soul.

I stood there not moving
i stood there not feeling
feeling not even pain
but i saw pain
in her eyes.

in mine.

The angel of death came after me
before i even realized i was running
running from fear
scared of what she might be
of what she could do to me.

She grabbed my neck and held me in the air
she told me i was'nt worth life
i felt pain
but not my pain
her pain.

The angel of death took away my life
my everything
there was no goodbye
only blood dripping down
falling from the sky
it was raining pain that night
the night the angel of death decided to give her pain to someone else.

to me.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Slap Stick Junkie

    Llllllllllllllllloooooooooooovvvvvvvvvveeeeeeee!~!!! this poem soooo much.