Death

The angel of death descends,
Wings, spread from end to end,
Covering the world in Darkness,
Despair washes over us.

The Touch of Death we feel,
Cold and empty we sense,
The embrace of death, cold,
The void of death, empty.

To Paradise, we go,
Or to Agony, we depart,
The most mysterious of questions,
We know not the answer.

Sorrow for those to Agony,
Joy for those to Paradise,
Anguish are those in Agony,
Tranquil are those in Paradise.

She comes, she comes,
Like the thief of the night, she comes,
the Angel of Death spreads her wings,
And one soul, lost or found, is gone.

Every soul must face her,
Every soul to be taken,
Whether like a foe's grip,
Or like a lover's embrace,
It is ours to decide.


* Its not like me being emo...but theres been too many death around me this year (and its juz Feb), whether it be family's friend, or friend's family.