I once dreamed of an angel

One with dark broken wings

Rotting in the pale light

it told me that its job was to **** monsters and all the bad things

But when it came closer to me I saw that it was no longer smiling

I felt the sharp pain of death take me

And I knew why it had chosen me

And I didn't blame it either

Because if that dark angel were me, I would've done the exact same thing