2.18

take my hand, don't be shy
come with me, for tonight you die
i am death, the reaper, angel of night
collecting souls without concern
don't even think of trying to run
because soon enough, it'll be your turn
slip your fingers into mine
feel the bone and blood intermingling
gaze deep into my hood
see your victories and defeats reflected
look at the arc of my scythe
taste of the gleaming, wicked edge
the delicious pinch as it catches
and pulls
and separates the skin of your neck
fear me, because i'm all you've ever dreaded
chase me, because i'm all you've ever desired
thoughts and lives are fleeting
and the thought of life is, to me? a joke
i reside in the shadow of every soul
i stalked the first thing ever to move
and when the last creature finds perfection in stillness
my job will end
i am death, the reaper, angel of night
take my hand, don't be shy
feel my icy grip upon you
for tonight


you die