I stood upon the sacred ground until no deity could be found. A desolate shadow covered my soul, and then the darkness began to grow. From complacent feelings left unrefined to insane thoughts and tortured mind. I relinquish possession of my soul for sleep, but I can’t repose when the reaper reaps. His intentions I try to alleviate, but He reminds me I’m ugly and He is my fate. The villain stalks me in all of my dreams. He craves my pain and thrives on my screams. Desperate attempts to get away entice the Reaper to stalk His pray. As His nocturnal presence becomes more frequent, I’m punished severely for being delinquent. Where does He come from? What does He need? I have blood on my hands for the Reaper to feed. The Reaper has control of my body and soul, the glare in His eyes like red hot coal. He burns me. He beats me. He wants me to die. The Reaper…He’s evil…He makes me cry. He forces me down, His principle obsession, Odiously disregarding my last confession. So He closes my eyes, and my emotions slide; as He rips open my stomach and eats what’s inside.Birth sign: Not entered
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