smoking he takes a drag of his cigarette
grim reaper sat beside him in a mirror
delusions of his former life
falling slowly crumbling at his heels
as the grim reaper giveth his own hands
to the one who may be slipping away
they silently weep as the grim reaper keeps
his breathing deep and meaningless
his voice louder in his head than ever before
the king lays sleeping until he wakes
at his doorstep he finds himself
with a chest full of rocks and water
the grim reaper taketh his own hands
from the one who may be slipping away
he watches the soul become deeper and deeper
his bones brimming with shimmer
he looks at his hands in fear
thinning of the skin
shaking his head
the grim reaper often comes with pain
and so he shows himself gracefully
knowingly looking down on them both equally
death in his eyes and losing feeling
he is the inevitable yet again and again unwelcomed
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my darkest mind
Poetryoh, my darkest mind, still as you incarnadine me in vain, you behold me as i fall. deeper, my darkest mind, roiling in fury, the fever you gift me, pain that befalls me, obsidian once sharp had since dulled to reveal the rectification of what used...
