Angel of Death

This hand is not my own

This body of flesh and bone

Is but a broken vessel

For you to take and nestle.

I feel torn apart

You’re always in my heart

Gnawing at me slowly

In future consuming wholly.

You’re all I’ve ever known

Better you than all alone

I don’t live without you

But still don’t Live with you.

Subtle, sticky, slick and sweet

Your tempting poison seems a treat

I will take your shadowed hand

And follow you to the demon’s land.

Devils blind my sight

Illusion of eternal night

Stealing my last breath

Dark angel of Death.