Angel of Death

The angel of death has pitiless eyes

His body a collage of your most beautiful lies

Rare, sure, but when he does cry

It’s for the ones who wish to die

The angel of death once told her “no”

“It’s not quite your time to go”

When she sees him she wonders what she owes

And flashbacks to her latest lows

The angel of death told her to watch for knives

He warned her she has no extra lives

Because, really, he hopes she survives.