My fallen Angel holds me tight
wings of gold turned to black
standing tall and strong,
there is no force that can nock him down,
he keeps me close so he wont lose what he dose not have,
he opens his mouth and with his claw like teeth he bites down on my neck,
taking from me what he can not,
my fallen angel
holds me tight,
slowly my skin turns ghostly white
leaving no signs of life,
he dug my grave years ago
for he all ready new when it was time for me to go