Death for the Dead
A/N: Set during "Not Fade Away" (last Angel ep.). A contemplation poem.

I might die upon this eve.
No more breath, if I could breathe.
Dust to dust, I'll be no more
Than dirt upon a dirty floor.
I'll never dance beneath the moon,
Nor fear the summer sun at noon.
No more whisky, no more wine
No more hearts on which to dine.
No more love, no more lust.
No longer evil, good or just.
Death is coming; he's at my door,
He wants a life, I have no more.
I'm long gone, and empty shell.
Tonight, the demons go to hell.