Whiskey, Vodka, and the Angel of Death

Whiskey fills my head,
Vodka sours my breath.
I sit on this bar stool
and wait for death.

He comes in,
that angel in black.
He sits beside me
the bartender fills him a glass.

He turns around,
whispers my name.
In my misery I've drowned,
Is every death this sweet same?

He moves his face near mine
and gives me a kiss.
A kiss to end all my time.
It's bittersweet bliss.

He doesn't know
on my face it might show,
or if he reads the suicide note.

He's the only one I ever truly loved,
but it wasn't enough.
Loving him was the ultimate test.
I've passed,
Now he's given me
the Kiss of Death.