Angel of death

As I walk around everything dies
I take the souls of those alive,
A kiss to be deceived
A touch of deathly will
You don’t see me coming
With my passion to kill.
On the death bed you lay
I will arrive
Or on the tile floor
Where you died
I will take your hand and fly.
Beauty of an angel
Touches so gentle and impure
I am the angel of death
For you to embrace and adore.