Angels falling from the sky,
Alone in a corner I sit and mourn.
Suddenly I see him,
The dark silhouette approaching,
He is neither man nor beast...
He's simply death,
The grim reaper fiinding his way to me,
Holding an out-stretched finger at my heart.
He beckons me to follow him,
I want to refuse,
To tell him no...
But...
Something draws me nearer this dark figure,
A force I can't escape...
I feel my soul levitate from my body,
I watch myself from a distance.
Death standing in front of me,
His face hovering above me...
I reach for my own body as...
As I see death raising his scythe above his own head...
My soul screams out as my body kneels motionless...
Death looks at me and smiles,
His smile composed of horror and thrill.
With a quick, relentless swing,
He slits my throat...
I watch from above as I bleed out.
Blood covering the feet of death.
He says in a voice of eerie pleasure,
"This is how it has to be, for you,
And you alone,
Lost your soul many years ago.
Iv'e been waiting from a distance,
Watching with pleasure as you slowly fell apart."
He simply smiles that terrifying,
But inviting smile and walks away...
My soul trapped from pain as I realize,
The corner I trapped myself in for so long...
Has now become my eternal home...
This was death's idea of irony...
As once again...
Alone in a corner I sit and mourn,
But now never to escape the lonelines that death's scythe brought me...