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
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