Death Taunts Me

My Guardian Angels wings have snapped He says "It's just a small defect." So, as Death taunts me I will stand desolate. When He comes to my door, No knocking will sound, Instead you'll hear laughter And I'm left confound. Any dignity I had left Was stripped down and buried This conniving theft Took all of my belongings. I'm fragile like crystallized glass With a thousand cracks You can see it in contrast Like white to black. Unexplainable is what I call it, There is no chance of rest, There is no chance to breathe. I'm a prisoner in my own body. And unfortunately, I'm not dying.