Waiting for the reaper

by Obscura   Sep 21, 2008


I am waiting for the reaper he is standing at me door he wants to touch my body so i fall dead on the floor i know he is coming coming to get me i am sitting all alone why can he just let me be? i know this can't be real deaths cold hand is all that i feel i think i am going insane all i know is I'm part of the reapers evil game

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  • 16 years ago

    by Marie

    Great poem.