Angel of darkness: demon of death

He put his cold wet hand,
on my shoulder,
he told me his story,
his life,
he told me to stay,
while he took them away,
he told me hed visit,
soon one day.

Gentle soul,
soothing voice,
he calmed my nerves,
and forgot my fears,
he was always with me,
waiting for the worst,
he told they would be safe,
as he rose slowly.

i lay still,
the darkness surrounded me,
he turned,
winked,
and floated away,
realization slowly hit me,
a wave of fear and disgust,
i realized the worst,
while thinking the best.

he was no angel,
sent from above,
he was a demon,
who took so much,
and gave so little,
anger welled inside,
as i held in every tear,
he wasnt the angel of light,
he was the demon of death.

He was an evil soul,
with no second thought,
he felt nothing,
i cried for my stupidity,
as i realized,
evil wouldnt have helped,
evil wouldnt have taken my fear,
or soothed my tears.

The demon of death,
or angel of darkness,
he saved me,
while doing his job,
he was a saint,
not the devils pawn,
he was my angel,
watching forever more.