Death's Death

So I fell.

I fell deep and dark
in a bottomless abyss

My own private hell
certainly was this

I could not breathe
I could not think

I could not move
and so I would drink

Deep and dark

this thick, thin air

A million souls

were buried

I hurt inside
I hurt out

I hurt all over
yet I couldn't shout

And so,
death came

He tapped me on the shoulder

Yet I declared
I would be bolder

I said "Gabriel, angel of death,
lean close and feel my dying breath."

He leaned forward
close to me

I smashed his face
with my knee

I broke his nose,
crushed his jaw

I gouged his eyes,
my hatred was firey and raw

His blood flowed swift
in the air

I gulped it up,
drank it there

And so I won
I beat the fool

He died right there
In spit and drool

Blood caked his flesh

I saw his death

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