Angle of Death

                                                  Angel of Death

                                              BY: Tatiana Perez       

Death hangs in the air,

Angel of death watching us

With eagle eyes.

 

Tattered hope leaves the eyes of

The broken souls, Black hell numbers

Leave there

Marks on me.

 

Dead bone body’s pile like

November colored leafs,

Days pass in cycles of

Hell fired smoke.

 

Moving to a day were liberation

Comes to free,

 

Death marches come to seek

Only the strong will be free.

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

An excellent read and great write. Very grabbing and powerful. You did a beautiful job with wording and content.

Regards,

Matthew

[momo]

I'm guessing you like slayer..good band actually and good poem your last line though..death would probably take everybody..nevertheless good description good poem