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A Rage Against Death

The reaper follows
Stalking quietly
Among nights
lonesome;
It is my own hand.
 
 
This rage burning within
Starkly contrasted against
Morose days spent awake
For fear of sleep
The reaper follows
He frequents my home  
 
Guide me towards release
Only for me to back away
I'll suffer this terrible night
Alone, alone, go away
Reaper, deathly guide
I'll not go to the light
Not yet, though lately
You hardly startle me.
anonymouslyhere
Written by anonymouslyhere (Pariah Shadow)
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