Angel of Death

A million thoughts run through my head, A thousand words i wished i had said, A hundred lines i should have read, So many things left unfinished, Life taken never to be replenished, An unlikely angel in the dark of night Resembling an outre flying kite, Feel the breeze of freedom when her wings spread, Suddenly it occurs the captivity in being dead, Confinement to this addiction is much like being ridden to a bed,; overnight it seems the soul was diminished, devirginized without getting kissed, she appears in an otiose light, promising there is no better feeling than aboard her heavenly flight, Once in her embrace the skies turn red, she gets a taste and devours like she has never been fed, In those final hours astray one has been led, through the dark unknown she carries me until I disappear in the mist, rendering me to a state of weakness and deadly bliss; My eyes see the image of her bad intentions but they cannot grasp the truth in sight, By sunrise I know she will have won this fight