Reaper

02. the hand is a cage

02. the hand is a cage

dressed in black
her skin is pale
her lips are light pink
she looks skinny and frail

she tries her hardest
not to be seen
because then they might know
all those dirty little things

she keeps your soul
in the palm of her hand
to run around and play
freely

until her fingers
slowly
close

and you're hers for the taking

your lovely reaper,
a pale white girl
all dressed in black

she looks so sweet
looks so innocent
but even you know
better than that

she's got a list of victims
one's she's meant to take
and she's coming for you

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