The Reaper

Creeping crawling on the floor It’s a sound I cant ignore He comes dragging his lame leg The smell of hatred dancing through the air Quickly quickly in the corner Close your eyes and hope its over He carries a scythe and it scrapes along floor High pitched scratching death in unknown octaves Grab your knees and hold them close Sweat and tears are the same they rush over you A broken water main Eyelashes splashes Stop blinking Heaving chest drawing him nearer Stop breathing Think clearer He is the reaper He comes tonight To take you away To suffer you pain