All I'm asking for...

Say goodbye for the 100th time.
Death is the sound of my windchime.
Unfortuanately it has tolled for you
I'm death's angel and all I'm asking for is a home tonight,
out from the stars that rain heaven's poisen.
You decline.
I told you, I'll celebrate the end of you.
Without a sound, I disappear, from sight, because I'm not death,
I'm just a wandering soul.
I'm looking for someone you might know.
Her name I forgot, her face is faint,
She was beautiful and was an angel.
Unfortunately for me, I'm just mangled and homeless
If this makes no sense to you, do not fear.
For Death's Angel is near.
Maybe he will bring me back into...
just so I could tell you I love you