Afterlife I :Death
Who will be my merciful Angel of Death?
Who will be here to take my final breath?
Will it be the Reaper?
Or some random creeper?
I hope my death comes swift and soon,
sometime under the crimson moon.
As I sit here, beaten and broken,
all profanities still unspoken,
quiet as a rock in gravel,
I'm declined my pass to travel,
from here to the afterlife,
as I sit here, gripping my knife,
holding it close,
as I take another dose,
of my sleeping pills so I can sleep,
I drift off into dreamland, I've made the leap,
but as I dream, I see a figure
invading my dreams, it is he, the Grim Reaper,
my prayers have been answered!
And as I approach the Angel of Death, he said a few words
"For whom the bell tolls for, it tolls for thee"
And I only thought, finally I'm free
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