Grim Reaper
A dark road that has been deserted
the coldness in the air
the broken hearted
souls flying freely
they have not moved on
for the life they have once had is now gone
the guy in black with no face
collecting the souls leaving no trace
he collects the souls one by one
his job he has now will never be done
Copyright © Tiara Brown | Year Posted 2006
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