A Want
Chills spread through meLike fire on an old oak tree
The man underneath the black cloak…
He is all bone.
The Grim Reaper, or as some would say,
Death, has come for me today.
Oh, I yell, what a wonderful time!
He is silent as a mime.
I smile, offer my hand, and say,
Take me to the fiery pits of hell, make me pay!
My hand he does not take.
My heart shatters as if stabbed by a stake!
No, no, no!
Deathis not my foe!
I wish for it to consume me!
“Why cant you let this be?!”
The evil bone man smiles,
He laughs as I fall to the cold tiles.
I weep as the dark laughter fades away,
Oh why couldn’t he stay
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