Finger on the Lips

Waking up in the never ending darkness,
Fear stricken across my face.
The person’s face above me
With a finger on his lips.
He shushed my screams
With a flick of his wrist,
My body not to be found,
For it was never missed.

Away I go,
To scare some frightened kids,
My presence scares people,
As it always did.
The reaper by my side,
For he never left.
My sweet old murderer
With a finger on his lips.

My body on display,
Examined by the cops
To find the reason why
My body was in chops.
Butchered like a pig,
The murderer dead
In his own sweet bed,
With a finger on his lips.