Death Angel

Black wings, blue eyes, long hair that grows red

You see me with my friend

As I tell her to stay the night

Little does she know about my plain for tonight

She goes to sleep

I craw out of my bead and head for the bathroom

Opening the counter and looking at the sixteen sleeping pills

I gulp them down and turn on the water

Put the label in the water and make it hard to read

After that I smash the glass and head back to bed

My friend awakes and sees me about to fall

She panics and runs to the bathroom

Seeing the mess I have created

Seeing the brown bottle and no label to read

She runs into the bedroom

Trying to pump the medians out of my body

I whisper to her

“I wanted you to be here and see my death”

And with that I die in your arms

As the death angel takes my hand