angels of death / tw: suicide, religion

I'll never be free.
I keep tugging onto this noose,
I wonder if you all meant those "I love you"s.
You've left my neck bruised,
I'm gagging and gasping for air
and pushing these problems aside--
like the chair, you kicked away--
because I loved you.
My Angels of Death,
when will we clear these misunderstandings?
Oh, Angels of Death,
when will we get a happy ending?
Do I have to leave forever?
Are you people that deserve a second chance?
I don't give many around.
Am I human to you? Or are you God?
My Angels of Death,
your voices are so profound.
Oh, Angels of Death,
will we ever come unbound?
How could I ever do without you?
Maybe this is just synthetic
but our time is limited,
so why not enjoy whatever it is we have left?
I'll soon depart,
and one day we shall meet in Hell.