Tie a rope or grab some pills
Quickly load your daddy's gun
Keep your foolish big mouth shut
To hide what you have done
Death is an angel cloaked in sin
Who'd love to see you bleed
If you find yourself at Deaths front door
You'd best fall to your knees
Angels live in heavens clouds
Blissful, yes, but blind
They all forgot that Death was there
So the boy was left behind
He cut off his white angel wings
And grew a midnight pair
A scythe he made from tears and blood
To wreak havoc and despair
So pull the trigger, silly child
Kick away the chair
Really, Death's a pleasant guy
But since when are angels fair?
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Forced to Smile
PoesíaJust some of my poetry I've decided to share with you guys (The first few aren't the best. They're old, from when I had just started trying to write.)
