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what I'm trying to be.

The only thing I really want,
Is those things that I cant.

To sleep, to never be awake,
people can't see that I'm fake.

The mask that I show,
It will only grow.

The solitude is killing me,
Can't you see?

The tears I've cried,
God knows I tried.

The ice is made to be broken,
but I'm left here alone to be choken.

I can't take this burden no more,
It's killing me, this huge sore.

I would take your breath
cause I am the angel of death.

In the shadows I walk,
together we angels talk.

On black wings we fly,
but the secret is, the angels do cry.

I am so exhausted you know,
the biggest question is how!

I need strength to move on,
Feels like the bad angels won.

Why can't i feel the cold breeze?
Why am I left all alone to freeze?

I just want to be set free,
and make people again believing in me.

Nobody can tell you where,
but I can tell you that,
The angel of death was here.
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The angel of death
Date: Monday, 1st March 2004 @ 07:13:46 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: gothicangel
Nobody sees me,
what I'm trying to be.

The only thing I really want,
Is those things that I cant.

To sleep, to never be awake,
people can't see that I'm fake.

The mask that I show,
It will only grow.

The solitude is killing me,
Can't you see?

The tears I've cried,
God knows I tried.

The ice is made to be broken,
but I'm left here alone to be choken.

I can't take this burden no more,
It's killing me, this huge sore.

I would take your breath
cause I am the angel of death.

In the shadows I walk,
together we angels talk.

On black wings we fly,
but the secret is, the angels do cry.

I am so exhausted you know,
the biggest question is how!

I need strength to move on,
Feels like the bad angels won.

Why can't i feel the cold breeze?
Why am I left all alone to freeze?

I just want to be set free,
and make people again believing in me.

Nobody can tell you where,
but I can tell you that,
The angel of death was here.


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