Waiting For the Angel
In this pool of blood I lie
Awaiting the Angel of Death to come nigh
So many tears of crimson I've cried
But there were too many shed on this night
I did not want to cut deep inside
But what's done is done and now I try
To stay awake and glimpse death coming by
Before life drains and I greet the other side
What will be waiting? I wonder as I die
I had heard tales of palaces in the sky
Of angels and Gods and all else you would find
In the imaginative corner of someone's mind
But I don't think that is what I will find
Laying here dying I notice that my
Mind races with thoughts of my ended life
Of all the things I never tried
And all the times I cried and cried
Of all the moments I wished I would die
Now all I want is a little more time
But I can feel the slipping of mine
Reminding me that the end is nigh
I wonder if the Angel of Death will fly
To take me to death where I will now reside
Copyright © April Gabriella | Year Posted 2013
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