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Around, all around, the angels gather.
My dread grows as the stroke of death falls against my heart.
It severs me, and darkly my blood drips to the thirsty earth.
In pain i cry out why?!
While death surrounds me.
Now alone, my blood falls upon bleeding eyes.
This is my hell..

Well, it was a nice start Somewhat grousom however..

That's pretty good. The details are great and create a good image. Is that the entire poem?