to be able to touch the angel of death I bet the stars must be the color of red I bet our tears must be as heavy as led to reach for the angel of death...
to be able to hold the angle of death you would need a burnt up copy of your list of sins you would need a pair of black wings with 9 rusty pins to hold the angel of death...
to be able to lie with the angel of death she would need you to sing a purple spell she would need a well, a cell and a grave to farewell to lie with the angel of death...
to be able to kiss the angel of death you would be honest and warming with love to forgive you would even give up your soul to watch her live to be with the angel of death...
a wrinkle in dimension, the shatter of refelection, the evaporation of warmth and she will slip away... still you freeze without her heat so you wait and listen to her beat until you see the empty seat... engraved "forever with you" in repeat...