Poetry

Reaper

written by: OurSacredHonor

There's no rest for the souls of the wicked
You know they live in the city that never sleeps
They're minds are disjointed and their sick and twisted
Demons inside of them slowly creep
Hacking away at a persons inside
Another victim has no where to turn
Frantically searching for a place where they can hide
But its no use cuz in the end they'll burn
They lose control and they're spiraling down
Going under they're sinking deeper
They fall apart when no one's around
Don't look now but here comes the reaper

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