Begining Of Time

Death Angel

I look at myself
Lonely, fading, staring
I think of what there is in life
what there is for me
there is nothing, nothing for me
I see no future, I see no past
All I see is the present, this moment
Terror grips me, pain, suffering consumes me
But I know what I must do
I have no care of others
I look upon myself, one last glance
It is time, I must go
Do they not realize
I shall not Comprimise
It is time, i thrust it in, the pain, the agony
I must go on, the end is worth the pain
I have become but a Death Angel
In secondes, it was over
I am now on the floor
sleeping, sleeping forever
let me rest.... let me rest....

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