numbers over heads.
what do they mean?
they're counting down by the day,
i have no idea why.
someone reaches zero.
but,
i see it now,
why the numbers are there.
it is all clear to me.
i know who i am,
and what i'm supposed to do.
i am the grim reaper,
and i will bring you to your final resting place.
YOU ARE READING
short poetry || riley black
Poetryjust some short excerpts, not edited very much, but i will edit as i go along! reviews are appreciated, please enjoy! xo
