The Reaper
Someone is at the door
Who could it be
I open the door
Only to see
That it is the reaper of death
The stealer of breath
That has come for me
I try to run
I try to hide
There is nowhere to go
While he glides near
I feel my fear
I see my life
All of its strife
I open my arms
To embrace my imminent death
I feel him take my breath
And suddenly
Death
Copyright © Jacob Lammie | Year Posted 2011
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