Blood dripped and splashed
As it fell to the ground,
Head half hanging,
Veins gush, with thick, red blood,
Body, Falling and crashing
Down to the ground,
Shrieks of laughter,
Now echoes around,
“Your hell bound”
Shouts the Grim Reaper,
With Axe Clutched now in hand
Then there was not a sound,
Just the pool of blood,
Now spilling its way
Towards the drain,
You craved to kill
Sex games at your will,
For now the Grim Reaper
Has got your soul,
For the promise you made,
For the sex and pleasures,
He helped you with,
Your price has now been paid
The Grim Reaper
Has Now Made his claim
For Your life was the price
Hells dark hole is where you go now
And all that’s heard
Are the shrieks of Laughter
From the Grim Reaper
As he now devours your soul.
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