Death Awaits Me

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I'm waiting for my end
The angel of death is livid

My knife is by my side
And I'm trying to make up my mind

And then I'm pushed by the angel of death
It's like my death was by meth

I fall down slowly
And I die lonely

The angel reaps my soul
And gravity has no pull

I never open my eyes again





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PoetLaureate274 said...
Apr. 29, 2013 at 9:55 pm
a short, intriguing, and punishing poem. delving into the mindset of what its truly like in these kinds of situations. for an observer you have a keen insight to things like this. 5/5
 
Snova replied...
Dec. 1, 2013 at 5:08 pm
Thank you!
 
FallenCastle said...
Mar. 1, 2013 at 9:29 pm
wow this is really relateable. i pray you dont really want to do this, but it is a very good piece.
 
Snova replied...
Mar. 1, 2013 at 9:37 pm
Ha I don't  I just randomly think of poems like this.
 
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