The Reaper

Deep in a cave, Lay a man in his grave. An outcast from society, He lay in his grave. Unknown to the simple minds, He is not there. Unknown to the clueless, He is not there. As he lay in his grave, All alone and unshamed, He laughs at the world. Laughs at the pain. He leaves from his grave, He goes in to the World, Coming back with a soul, A soul he throws in a hole, A soul which he stole. Again the man goes back into his grave, Waiting for the next day.