grim reaper
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The city was empty and so was my mind
The sky was gray and no clouds in sight
Judging by the drink in my hand, the clouds were in my mind.
I listened to the sounds of traffic
The Grim Reaper is cold
And heartless they say,
But I despise taking souls.
Each life I take, I feel as if I decay.
The innocents who die
Do you ever think
of how often
you escape
death’s clutches,
and you don’t even notice?
Wielding his trustedScythe, he storms through this moonless night, saddled uponHis pale skinned stallion, asH spreads death, throughout these lands
Grin Of Grim
I like to think of Death as a clever old fool,
A hooded man who has seen it all.
Those who think of Death
As a man with a scythe
Will meet him like that
At the end of their life
But those who see him
As a friend
Will be greeted as such
When they meet their end
I miss the sound of your voice
I miss your smiling face
You're so far away
But soon my darling we will be together
Soon I will feel your loving embrace
Soon I will feel your passionate kiss
You've captured her, she's free no more. You've vanquished her, she lives no more. She's already dead but you dance on her grave like a maniac hungry for any drop of profit you may rape from her body.
Love was in the air. You and him were the only people breathing. The world stopped for the of two of you. For your adventure seemed so endless.
Falling into pieces
She lies there on the ground
Not knowing where her life has gone
She only wears a frown
Death stands beside her to take her soul away
She begs for one more chance only one more day
