Reaper In The Dusk.

Yours Dearly Departed.

I look above the flowers

and see a lonely cloud

it's different from others

raining tears proud.

Down fall the heavy drops

to nurture the pain

of tormented and sinful corpse

Oh darling! Don't look for me in vain.

I am not my illness

I am going to tell you anyway

I shed a tear for darkness

but the rain hides it away.

The mist broke the sift

And blew out the candle

to settle the aging rift

I thought the world could handle.

I clasp my hand and grieve

I ain't a saint but also not a criminal

There is no one left to believe

The love has always been minimal.

Death may have left me

But life has killed me

I have only tears to accompany me

This will be the last you hear from me.

I ended my life accepting

hanging from the shame

I know its tempting

I blew out the flame.

While I sit alone singing my blues

There is nothing to be guarded

I believe I have nothing to lose

Yours dearly departed.