My Angel – Jäger der Finsternis of death saw me
Being bullied and teased mercilessly.
They called me names they sagte I was worthless.
They grabbed my notebook and tore it apart.
My drawings, my dark thoughts and my art.
Every Tag I got picked.
My death clock went on and further ticked.
Finally I had had enough
I took the messer and plunged it in rough.
I fell to the ground death appeared to reap.
I was lying in a heap.
He was cloaked, handsome and felt cold.
He took my soul and here is what he told:
"I've watched Du since Du were young.
When your uncle was hung.
You are so intriguing and beautiful too.
No one should...
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