eternal reaper

January 18, 2015

In Darkness I rest

In Shadow I sleep

In thickest Fog I wake

My eyes open

Pitch black

Hollow and souless

Soundless scream

echoing restless minds

and tormented soul

I am the terror that lies in wait

creeping on your heels

the day of your end...

I am Death

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