Grim
The sun rises.
The reaper gathering the prizes.
Souls and just general death.
Taking life with one breath.
Gradually coming around.
Not speaking the tortures aloud.
Within one blink of an eye.
All your attempts and hopes run dry.
The sun sets.
Do away with all of your regrets.
He doesn't care about past shame.
Doesn't look for someone to blame.
The Reaper takes without thought.
Death is one thing that cannot be bought.
Forsaken or forlorn.
Life is meant to be born.
Copyright © Hell Kat | Year Posted 2005
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