In my white room i stand
thoughts of madness abound.
My reality diffrent from yours
as I'm your angel of death,
granted many wishes, I have
sent them all to a better place.
Screams of joy they gave me
with there last breath, in there
reality victims they are called
and the sreams I heard, were
screams of their death choked
out of them until there was no
more breath at all.
But in my reality i now stand in
my heaven, which is white all
around as the voices said i would
end, in my jacket i stand listening
to my vocies my only friends.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
In my white room i stand
thoughts of madness abound.
My reality diffrent from yours
as I'm your angel of death,
granted many wishes, I have
sent them all to a better place.
Screams of joy they gave me
with there last breath, in there
reality victims they are called
and the sreams I heard, were
screams of their death choked
out of them until there was no
more breath at all.
But in my reality i now stand in
my heaven, which is white all
around as the voices said i would
end, in my jacket i stand listening
to my vocies my only friends.
