I know the worst person in the world
If person is what he is classed as
He… with his sickle held high
Pulling in those who are left to die
He… always around death
Always there to steal someone’s last breath
What was once a blooming flower
As he passes
Becomes a weltering piece of his path
In our hearts when we wish for loved one’s to stay
He…
He comes and takes them away
Every time its always the same
He comes and makes more pain
He… the taker of happiness
He… the ruler of death
He.. THE REAPER
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The Abuse Poems
PoetryA few poems which I made about abuse and self harm, which when I get time will grow from the one I have: The Blade
