Dark as the nightly sky
grieves of the way he died
just a boy who walks the night
and thinks of the people he'd once blight
a boy with a very dark past
a life that longed to last
the sins of which he bears
he worries but no one cares
the life that turned him cold
the death that imprisoned his soul
the thought of nothing to gain
the hurt of his life-long pain
the boy now searches the globe
in his dark and bone-chilling robe
with a hood that conceals his head
now collects the souls of the dead
to some,he's the soul seeker
but to you........I'm the GRIM REAPER.
