Death Of An Angel
As she beat me I fell to the ground,
Wishing some way somehow time could possibly be unwound.
Hoping that my friends could hear all my goodbyes,
As I watch death silently stare into my eyes.
A part of me felt as if I wasn’t ready to go,
But the other said, sit back and watch your soul glow.
Within the blink of an eye, with on last pelt,
A burning sensation I soon felt.