The angel of death has visited me this day,
Whispering in my ear what shall come my way.
The angel whispers dark unimaginable things in my ear,
Releasing from me all of my darkest fears.
But there is nothing I can do to stop this from coming to my door,
So I guess till it all comes about I'm deaths little whore.
I tell the angel to get the fuck out of my sight,
I am staying right here and I'm going to put up a fight.
With eyes of fire, smile of pure evil delight,
The angel of death told me of my final plight.
Words of hate began to fill my ears,
As they do I can feel them bring forth tears.
I try to ignore this ungodly angel of death,
I promise to fight this fucker till my very last breath.
He trys to bear down and attack my mind,
But I gather all my power and leave him far behind.
Angel of death you fucken piece of shit I scream,
You are nothing to me but a horrible dream.
I spit on your words and I spit in your face,
If you don't leave now I will kick your ass all over the place.
I start to walk away because I'm sick of this fucken shit,
The angel of death sees this and decides to take a hit.
Bearing down upon me he trys to enter my soul,
I can feel the evil start to enter and take absolute control.
I screamed out loud as images of hate started to fill my head,
Angel I said you can not have me I would rather be dead.
I pull out the knife from my pocket and watch it gleam in the light,
I start to press it to my chest as my body and soul being to fight.
The evil laugh of death begins to fill every corner of my mind,
I find myself backed up against the wall in a terrible bind.
Pushed down to the ground on my knees I begin to crawl,
I can sense that my world is going to collapse and fall.
The angel of death begins to scream in my mind,
You are mine forever till the very end of time.
Unable to take any more of the suffering that was being forced upon me,
I did the only thing that would let my mind finally be.
On my knees with the knife in my hand,
I put it to my throat and let my blood spill onto the land.
The angel of death appears again before my eyes,
I told you he said it was your time to die.
