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I am death; I am your last breath.

Do I disgust you?

I live off your pain, your blood to revive;

I end your life for me to survive.

Am I disturbing?

I think it's art,

and baby, this is only the start.

I take my knife and cut your wrists,

I laugh as you wonder if you'll be missed.

You know you're going to die,

as you lay there and cry.

You beg and plead for me to let you go,

but each time you ask, the answer is no.

I suck in your soul as I breathe in;

I watch the life drain out of your skin.

I slit your throat to end your pain,

in my heart you will always remain.

I was your last sight before your last breath,

so fear my name; I am the angel of death.