My Trashy Artbook

Reaper Sans the feeling when I am around with Him...

I am the one who brought death
I am also known as a grim reaper

I hated my job
But I don't care

Sometimes I never knew why
Why I happened to become death

That curiosity leads me to nothing
But sometimes I know something

And That is pain
I can feel their pain

Their very most miserable life
Has turned into me almost...

Almost Every one has hope
And I just made it like Slope

Since when will I be free
Or maybe I might see...

My only and true Love...
When will I hope that...

I might never found love
Since no one loves death

I am at my job as usual
But I once am emotional

Whenever I go for my job
I always felt guilt on me

I found something...
But it was nothing...

For some reason
I felt...happy

When I am around with him I Felt joy on me
So I cared for him even tho we just met

I often visit him when I have time
And he's very happy to see me

I thought that no one could love a grim reaper like me
And yet I was wrong He cared for me and loved me

I haven't felt anything like it
I felt like he's special to me

But I know that I am going to reap him
But I can't seem to do it I wonder why

I can't help about the feeling of...

Love

Does it sound like a poem I think not for me. Also does it sound like an afterdeath poem or nope.