End Story (Angel of Sadness)

Don't let me end this life Teardrops furnish my dreams as I sleep at night Stress keeps a writer pasting his life Blessed to weep, wasting his night Look only to suspended glory This is my end story Awakened buried in depts of sand Several enemies carrying a manless hand Who can account for these muderous loyalties As curteous as poverty spoiling me I know I'm a loser Riding passenger side in a best friends cruiser My reflection through this glass lense ever so tiny For death smurks at me Holds me in thy grips as he lurks to see A greater figure, who won't fall past the liquor You can forgive me for my sins Or you can kiss you wife and catch another nut Should you rehearse my every motion before life begins Then I shouldn't be another one of your brother's mutts Your holy savior I'm not asking you to forgive my behavior I'm falling by a ratio of useless placeabeo Oxygen molecules to my head Toxic as swallowing cubes of lead Your tears sooth the tears we shed As mine would only move the dead So don't let me end this life