What Leads Me to Her Caress

When my spirit reaches it’s breaking point
You can’t expect it to go on the way it is
My soul is infested with open wounds
The world drowns me in depression’s salt
The sensation burns me like the flames from hell
To where i am damned by my own fault
I have already begun living a life
That tells me to contradict its meaning
With the angel of death’s hand not in sight
I must continue to persist being
When will I see you, beautiful
Sweet angel of death, greet me soon
I see her beauteous glow approaching
Shining of blackest night, pure black aura
Embrace me, you angel, my own demon
And take me to fire like; I know that it awaits me
I feel a touch, oh so softly
Now she walks me to sweet release
I’m fucking free