He sits on a hill
of bodies and wonders
why has this become
his hated fate
To take the life
of many and to
still have a hold
on his own
And as he counts the
many bodies and souls
he has taken he asks
why can’t they come for him
He wants to die, but
instead they made
him an angel of death
with broken wings
He slaughters and kills,
but he only has one
left one more person
to gain before death
The one he loves
the only one who ever
wanted to die the one
who promised the end
So together broken angel
of death and his love find
their rest as they die in
each others embrace