"The Angel of Death has been abroad throughout the land, you can almost hear the beating of her wings."

For how long have I wanted to write poems of my own?

For years.

For how long have I wanted to write songs of my own?

For years.

For how long have I wanted to become a writer of my own imagination?

For years.

For how long have I wanted to become a FP writer, not just a FF one?

For years.

I've waited, and waited.

To become 13.

To make an account.

I could not longer wait.

I'm turning 13.

In January.

I'm new to the world,

New to FP.

Bear with me-

My slow updates,

My pathetic writings.

I'm open to all kinds of reviews-

Mean, cruel, happy and sad.

I've opened my eyes already,

I've accepted the world as it is.

The cruelness, the coldness, the bitter-sweet world.

A place where no one gives a true smile,

A land where Poker Faces are paid to have.

A space where no one accepts you because of who you are.

A planet where the beings take things for granted.

A place, land, space, planet that is about to disappear.

It's been nice knowing all of you,

I'm the Angel of Death.

-Angel of Death-