Angel Of Death

Angel of Death,
come to me here,
for sweet death,
I can feel is near,
Destroy my spirit,
burn my soul,
turn my body into coal,
and as the children laugh,
and as the children play,
let me know no fear,
for the icy fingers of death,
I can feel are near....

by Dominik The Juggalo

Comments (1)

why! even I could feel the fear of death...near...as I read it! nice effort I say!