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My Grim Reaper

A restless sleep for me is a ritual
I have become accustomed to my nightmares
I can hear the bats swooping by my cracked window
The tree branches scratching at my window pane
I feel a strange presence in my small room
I roll over and open my eyes

The clock says 02:39

A creature draped in a tatted black cloak carrying a large scythe  
A crow the black as the darkness of a night with no moon
Thin Skelton wings protruding from his back  
From under the cloak a finger points towards me
I feel safe but also terrified                        
                                               

“Don’t be frightened            
I know it is dark and lonely
Your Grim Reaper is here                              
Please don’t be scared
I will take you from this wretched life
I will not discard you, as others have
I am here to take you away



I will take

Take all you pain
All your sorrow
All you heartache
Will be my burden

All you have to do

Is touch my hand
I will fly off the abyss with you

Grad the blade and cut deep until you bleed
I will be with you when the blood dries


Take the pill,
Take as many as you need, I will help you

Tie the noose, I will show you how

It will all end with this one last act
I will help you

I am your Grim Reaper

I will take you to your final resting place
Written by forgive01
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