Call me deathpoem
Up and down I say. Up and down I fell. Not quite sane. Not quite real. The angles did not hear the angles did not fell. demons of hell help me heal. Call me death. A demon of this world. Pain no more. Pleasure all day. Pride I feel no matter the disgrace. You in pain I will help. Take my hand and see realir reality. I will help you throw it all away,and open up to see a new way. For the angles are not of here. The demon can hear. I can heal the soul of night. Call me death and take my hand. I will help you oh yes. Call me death,healer of the lost lamb's.