the angel of darkness

what hath thou wrougth for thyself,

pain and nothing else for thee,

because she's an angel,

descended from heaven,

but let me warn thee,

not for yee.

thy bringeth bountiful of pain and sorrow,

as if there hath no tomorrow,

looking forward at destiny and faith,

invoking and evading the jaws of death.

looking up at the sky,

expecting a ray of hope,

begging for mercy,

and an opportunity to grope.

is there no masochistic love,

left in thy world,

that thyself can cherish,

and nurture and grow.

or is it better,

to hav the gothic nightmares,

that turn everyone as white as snow.

ive got questions unanswered,

and truths untold.

which lie untouched,

beneath all the lie,blood and gore.

has thy angelic hatred crawled within me,

killing me slowly and achingly...

shoving the nails of darkness,

deep into my veins,

and ending my destiny,

with a smile on thy face.