The Reaper

"The Reaper"

Just a thought!

Patiently awaiting your last rattling cough,

A collapsed rotting lung, or a heartbeat that's off.

Sand in the hour glass dwindles with time,

No more procedures to lengthen your chime.

Appearing through deafening silence, like a thief in the night,

Gripping your tortured soul, from an unearthly plight.

Rise up and go gently, no more time on the keeper...

See me now! Take my hand!... For I am,  "The Reaper"

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"The Reaper"

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The Search

Volume One





The Search”



He creeps up to my bed

waiting for my death,

of my last breath

he reaches in and takes what he wants

then with my soul he taunts

knowing that I am damned

I search north and south of these lands

for my humanity, knowing I look to be a monster

I don't care much for vanity,

I don't carry much just my sanity

not to mention just my bare,

as people tend to mock and stare

that didn't bother me much.

My soul became more and more hopeless

my head seems so empty and alone

finally I lay a wreck across my head

Knowing that I am dead


"Death is the only way out!"


Author's Notes/Comments: 

(Updated; From Psycho- Confessions)

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