Wake Up

I stood in a building
In a first floor room
It was dark and old
With an eerie gloom

There sat an Angel
On a folding chair
Depressed or sad
With wings laying there

And looking around
I saw stairs to the left
On them standing Malcom X
Not bothered by death

He seemed in a daze
Looking about the room
He then smiled at me
And said my time was coming soon