Get Your Premium Membership

Anaesthetics Poems - Poems about Anaesthetics


Reaper Man
...I am the reaper man and I’m always here, striding through an ambience of gut rot and fear. I am the reaper man with touch as cold as snow, I stalk the darkest landscape where angels never go......

Continue reading...
Categories: anaesthetics, death,
Form: Verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things