My angel of death 

Is a woman,

She’s considered cold and dark

And a dangerous omen.

But I trust her

I’ve seen her,

She’s a lonely ghost

A mirror blur.

Her face is two things

Opposites of another,

One made of the devil’s darkness

The other is a mother.

The left side of her face is 

Steeped in doubt,

She covers it up with cruelty

And a snout.

The right side of her face is

Nurturing and kind,

The type children cry for

And men want to find.

My angel of death 

Is a woman,

She’s considered cold and dark

And a dangerous omen.

But I know her to be

More than what she seems,

Because I know that everyone 

Whose suffered has dreams.