Fear clams it's victim
The victim of circumstance
Portrays the dark depths
Of the place called hell
The fear struck
People of the living
Fear the death
Fear that the reaper will come
And reap their soul
Stealing their life away
He rides on a black horse
Rides into the night to find them
To find you and I
To take our lives before the angel can
He works double contracts
One for hell
One for heaven
But maybe he kills you and
Well you roam earth
Maybe you just might still like it......
YOU ARE READING
My Love
RomanceThese are letter, poems and rants either to my love or what ever..... I just want my love to know how much they mean to me
