The Reaper Waits

All these words, that I am speaking. while from my veins, my blood is leaking. For a love unfound, but always seeking. a crimson puddle, forms upon my floor. When time has passed, and I am at my end. it’s to you my friend, that I shall send. These words of why, I could not contend. alas my friend, I stand on sorrows shore. So keep alive, the times we’ve had. I will say good-bye, to my mom, and dad. Know that I, am no longer sad. the reaper waits, and he is at my door. For a lifetime spent, in search of dreams. with sorrows scent, and lonely screams. Lips upward bent, a smile it seems. alas my friend, within my heart I am dying. All the years of tears, unseen by most. so raise your glass, for one final toast. Next time we meet, I will be a ghost. rejoice for me, for I am no longer crying. Memories fade, and in time you’ll forget. of this man you knew, and how we met. I only hope, there will be no regret. the reaper waits, upon this I am relying. In my abstract, comprehension. were it to be, for me to mention. My soul is lost, in so much dissension. so to this my friend, I do condescend. A question asked, of a day I remember. on journeys past, my twelfth December. In my stocking cast, a piece of ember. its times like these, why my heart wont mend. Unwanted then, and unwanted now. a loveless life, always asking how. Alas my friend, to this I vow. the reaper waits, and I have reached my end. So shed not, a sorrowful tear. or cry for me, for I have no fear. The answer you see, is so austere. the reaper is waiting, and there is no more.