Wreaper

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Personified Death

Scream my name
Towards the sky
Cry out in anger
While children die

I am the victim
Cold and dead
I am the killer
Bathed in red

You see my face
Feel my touch
I am your lift
I am your cruch

Sob so softly
Muffle a tear
Stay stone quiet
I still can hear


Submitted: March 06, 2012

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