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The Grim Reaper
The grim reaper eyes glow
as the god you pray to.
Fear tickles my feet as
I sink into his arms. I feel
at home.
The Scythe sings a song of
demise, so now I open my
mouth and close my eyes.
The imagery has appeared,
a dark cloud of saddness
is here.
My eyes cry black liquid
as my mouth cries for help.
I've left without knowing,
as my life is without help.
The sound of piercing flesh
in the abyss, I came
here so I wouldn't be missed.
Copyright ©
Autumn Scruggs
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