Reaper Reaping

Tears drown my face as I weep for myself
“It’s time” I hear you say but I beg of you
“Please, a few more years? I’m on my knees”
Clutching at the hems of my life and hoping
That my cries of despair will be heard

　
But no

Sinister forces have no mercy for me
It is time for my reckoning and it is swift
Pleas won’t be heard and time not delayed
As I’m dragged by the end of his scythe

I look up in hope to see a devilish leer
He looks down upon me smiling, tasting
The screams for another chance at life
But pointless, as my voice I am wasting

The horror stretches across my fearful face
The sweat beads of my terror evaporating
By the heat of Hell’s fire around the corner
Sensing my presence, and with joy waiting

Shrieks of delight at the task he has taken
The hair on me stands and my toes curled
The voice of Death causes cower and bawl
Yet I beg him for another chance in my world