As the bright eyes of
an angel fade to black,
the new found glaze comes
as a bitter upset,
and stab to the back.

Glistening straight to the bottom,
to experience light will be no more,
if you care to know,
look to your mind to see
the blood stains on the hard tile floor.

To be witness you must
stay your breath,
black into white,
as to life and to death.

The serenade one must find
within their own mind,
if they are eternally grateful
will come to them on the inside.

For those that live a fool,
to worship the rich mans gold,
will not be finding a worthy mans end,
so I write the history be told.

Darkness surrounding,
engulfed in an ever so haze,
sadness surrounding,
the angels mind spins out of control
deep into her ever growing daze.

The end is upon; her fate is near,
the sound of deaths footsteps ever so clear.
The bright eyes of an angel fade to black,
with out warning the swift attack.
Now darkness being her only friend,
the bright eyes of an Angel meet their bitter end.