Dark Angels'
Dark angles play a mornful tune,
for the fallen one who crys on this very night.
Death is so near,
as the blood drips down her arm.
She lays on the floor, her cold eyes no more.
Her heart slowly dies as a single tear drys.
He hurt her until she wanted death.
She said she loved him one last time.
He didnt know this was her final hour.
Her funeral came and gone.
Years past and he never laughed.
He grew old with her always on his lonely mind.
He finally died so they could be together.
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