Slight Flutter Of Angels Wings Poem by Daniel Wittfoth

Blood pools on the floor
tryin' to push open the door
Don't really know
what tomorrow may hold
Is this flowing river of crimson
mine or yours

Eyes wide
yet somehow blank
And the journey of tears complete the picture
that last beat of a shattered heart
How could it have ever come to this
is it the end or the beginning

Barely breathing
the beast of death beckoning
Taken from you, from me
from these open arms
holding on and letting go
To a life slowly fading
slight flutter of angels wings....