My slit throat
My hanging head
My arms falling off the bed
Slightly awake
And there I see
A pale glowing angel that looked dead as me
Her eyes pitch black
Her skin such a pale white
In one hand a book
In the other a scythe
A flowing black dress with an eerie glow
She looks upon me with an uncaring soul
Her name befalls as luna and she opens the book
My sins she read aloud and I silently shook
The book disintegrates as she hears my lies
I beg for my life but she emptily sighs
Up goes her scythe and I see a bright light
I too begin to dissipate from this life
Then When I am almost Lost and have only my sight
I see a tear fall from her blood-soaked scythe
