Angel?

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The clock strikes!

Time isn't on my side

There's an immense gap

Between fantasy and facts

Reality isn't light

Ab initio, fantasy isn't dark

I'm walking on this thin slice

Of this sword that will cut with a mighty bite

Once I slip and fall

With no one in sight

To catch me at all

My arms, my legs, my lips, my head,

And above everything else

My heart

All bloody and with scars

New ones, old ones, all cut

But once I'm back

Again walking on the tide

Of this sword that bites

I don't know if to say that I've lost

I'm in this world

Stuck in between of both

Reality and fantasies are in one sword

And there's no escape but just to hope

Don't fret or cry!

He wants that

Don't scream and shout!

It's music to his ears now

So don't fret my innocent child!

He's walking with his spear ready to attack!

He smiles at your misery

He scoffes off of your victories...

He's going to laugh maniacally

When he sees you with blood sputtering

When you can't breathe barely

Only the copper taste of blood is in your mouth; he's grinning

Your eyes are begging while he makes you suffer more and started yelling

And here we are, the part where you are ending

That dream where you knew he was killing

Killing you when you were dreaming...

The time when he laughed once he knew you were soon dying.

No, it's not sleeping

It's neither dreaming

He's after you coming

There are dreams and he is whispering...

To be or not to be dead already...

Just die and no sign of remorsing after you are now slowly fading...

Distant memories I will be cherishing...

So here we have yet again...

The angel of death trying

Trying to do some savings for me

Can't it see?

I'm already bleeding...

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