It's really emo, just a warning. And thank you so much to those of you who reviewed and favorited and subscribed... I really appreciate it!

Don't judge me based on this, kay? All my poetry is... bad as in, sad or depressing.

Scythes of Moonstone

Upon the floor lies someone very familiar, staring,

Without recognition, without fear, and I,

Amoung countless others garbed in black,

In spite of my job, stay still, listening to your voice

Along with the sighs and screams

From the other bodies, yours; so different

Between us two, you sounded as an angel- as I- should;

Since I was young, you say, I've been told

About you and your kind- you, there,

In front of me- you're a angel, aren't you? Aren't you?

According to your kind, I reply, Yes.

But I am not the same as you've been told.

Against what I thought you'd do, you smile,

Amid the humans, you say, who are too afraid to admit

To the things they can't understand- I am

Beyond that. I know what you are, sweet angel.

Throughout my years of living, years of pain,

Up until this point, I murmur, no one

Over the past thousands of years has ever accepted their death-

Out of curiousity- Why are you so different? Such courage...

Before this I've never seen it. You look like soon you will be

Off to the next life, but you smile again and say,

Beneath all my beauty, I am ugly.

Like he sky misses the earth,

Except they are never meant to touch, and truly,

In my haste I never realized that I would merely get a glimpse of you,

For I never took my dying so soon into consideration.

Across your face, pain flashes but you keep the smile.

Around me are only strangers- who are you? I ask

Near was the time of dying, and that smile-

Underneath I saw death, but you say, if you don't remember, it doesn't matter.

After that, I am I silent and finally your soul,

In additon to the others, goes freely to heaven,

Aside from me and the others who are cloaked in black.

Unto our shoulders we hoist the scythes of moonstone, and I look

Over my head, while the black wings unfold with my prayers for you,

Along with all the others, flying away from the field, I pray.

You who are not marked by the sin of suicide...