Answer:
k first we're going to ignore the fact that i'm not the best at writing poems when they don't have to be in a shape.
i did try tho
Explanation:
the angel of death
the taker of breath. It swirls and
whirls and twirls. Decended upon bright
morning dawns, leaves cracks in
lives, like a mirror when
hit by a knife. An
angel.
well,
the entire
world can't be saved by you,
the one and only. Together though, we can be
the ones not lonely. Each day's full of new possiblities, but
you have to live 'til tomorrow to see. Don't worry, its alright, one isn't alone until they shut off the light... But you can't ever shut off the stars, can you?
