Angel of Death
You've come for me...
Already over, these vines playing
angry melodies upon my palm...
She never shows up in family pictures anymore.
She's always behind the camera, looking through...
It's a terrifying sound
When you can't fill your lungs...
To think of what I had,
What I didn't get...
The rosiness in my cheeks
The redness on my lips...
The darkened tide washed over the coast
As each cold gust pierced deep my chest...
I am so sick
Of pretending I'm okay...
The thoughts are back
The dangerous ones that make me wish I was dead...
If I had only known that I was going
to be alone I would have done...
My razor long forgotten as I lay crumpled on my...
The bottle of pills empty, my eyes closed...
Take me away
Place me where the trees grow...