Until My Dying Day

Until my dying day, I will gaze up into the blue sky as it fades to a darkness that cannot be chased away.  I'll be waiting for the white blinding glow of an angel's halo to dip from the starless sky, illuminating my face with hope.  An eerie silence will permeate through the cracks of my soul, poisoning my brain, bringing peace of mind.  The halo will continue to drape down the walls of the atmosphere until it wraps around my neck and begins to strangle me.  The angel will then reel me up on her angelic noose, bringing me out of this world of hatred, and into a realm of white shine polluted with peace, ruled by my Creator.