He watched her

Long black hair,

And very pale skin,

Not to fat,

But not too thin.

And there she stood,

All alone.

He smiled at her.

She always was kind

To anyone who talked,

Weather she liked what they said

or not.

He's tell her 

She's beautiful,

Before she slept.

And he'd kiss her head,

as she wept.

As the days go by

Things got worse.

She wore long sleaves.

It started to hurt.

He tried to stop her,

But she couldn't hear him.

No one ever did.

But he still loved her,

Even when on one else would.

There she stood

All alone,

No one cared

Where she would go.

They wanted her gone.

She was a waist of their air.

So she held her breath.

To them

She was worthless.

Some did nothing,

Others laughed along,

Some joined in

On their rached song.

What they did 

Hurt her alot.

Because where ever she's at

It was all the same,

On one vared

But the boy

In black.

One night

The rain stared to pour

She slit her wrists.

And the vlood came pouring.

"No, not tonight."

The boy yelled

"You can't die

Tonight,

My beautiful angel.

I've seen you're long life

a thousand times."

He let the tears fall

off his face.

"Who are you?"

She asks.

"I'm the angel of death."

She smiled.

"I've been wanting 

To ask you that

Since we first met."

He held her

In his arms.

He kissed her head.

He told her 

She was beautiful,

Every night

before bed.

No human

Ever loved them,

And no human 

Ever could.