Grim Reaper
The Grim Reaper is hungry,
He is nipping at my feet,
Luring me in with his wicked eyes,
Can't you hear my heart drum the song of defeat?
He reaches for my hand,
Tugging me up out of my bed,
His touch is icy cold,
His laughter dances in my head.
A jagged halo of thorns,
Seems embedded to his head,
Velvet robe of shadows,
Lips stained crimson red.
He smashes his lips to mine,
His kiss ices over my heart,
I feel sweet life slipping from me,
As the world around goes dark.
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The Ramblings of a Inconsequential Girl (My Poetry Collection)
PoetryThe Ramblings of a Inconsequential Girl mostly consists of my poetry. But there are a few other essay/journal styled poems/letters within as well. I hope you enjoy :)
