Angel of Death

The mourner of such a lost case,
That is me, as I stand here today,
Knowing that she can see right through,
Forever talking, but hears not what I say.

Angel of Death is the title bestowed to me
For each one I kill any hopes of "us."
It is of my fate that I always must destroy
My slim chance and then loose her trust.

Failure to the highest degree, now I am
To be charged of this type of crime.
Round and round, debating in circles,
"Do I go, or do I stay?" Wasting time,

I try to decide the obviously hardening
Question. Is there to be yet no reply?
Made things up to try to please them,
But hurt myself when caught in a lie.