Angel Of Death

She wanders the streets,
In search of a home,
But noone listens,
She carries on alone.
Listening to the sound,
Of the gentle wind's breeze,
She thinks to herself,
How she never seems to please.
The night is coming to an end,
She looks around,
In search of a friend.
She's never had one,
She never will,
She thought to herself,
As she swallowed the last pill.