I’m all bone
Stripped of my humanity, hollow and brittle
All my regrets laid out like a table spread of holiday kibble
Ready to eat, bon appetite, the devil’s flicking the lighter
Smoke filling my lungs, like fattened lambs set to be slaughtered
So it’s come to this, for my sins is this my punishment?
I fumble the pen as I sit down at the desk and started writing ‘it goes something like this
My autobiography; unabridged
To bathe in decaying sun rays, the unfortunate terms of my birth
Thought I’d be here until the world ends or eternity begins, whichever came first
The one constant, my names synonymous with darkness
Ominous origins, no surprise they’ve deemed me as heartless
Predating consciousness, before the tree of knowledge bare any fruit
By the time God was conceived, I was already experiencing my terrible twos
I breathed Black Plague over provinces making all the villagers fret
The one force that can stop the wars, lay heroes and villains to rest
You’ve probably already guessed my name, but the big reveal ain’t I’m death
It’s that I’m afflicted, I’m dying and don’t know what’s killing me yet
It’s a warm flutter that dances through the cold carcass i inhabit
Traveling through my veins and would invade the heart, if I had it
I used to be absolute, but there’s one thing I didn’t have the answer for
Platinum blonde hair and ocean blue eyes, locked away inside the cancer ward
Maybe I got too close, smoldering in your smile, a moth in the inferno
Done terrible things
But for you I’d relinquish the title of “monster” that I’ve earned though
You make me want to be somebody else, shed all this evilness for you
Nature’s whispering a command I couldn’t bring myself to do
If you go against nature itself, you can’t run from the consequences
Once it corrects the course, the final destination is you as the offering
If a reaper dies, then what kind of creature could carry them home?
The irony, I was so busy taking lives that I forgot to cherish my own
This job got too heavy, imagine throwing away everything for a mortal, a finite being
I was a deity , a legend, my name thundered with a sinister ring
Did she love me back? Of course she did. I don’t regret what I did
It was worth every quiet night of holding her, and each phantom peck of the lips
So that’s it, I throw this curse to the wind, as I’m writing this
My replacement is in wait, as I sign my name, guess what his first assignment is?
Love Killed The Reaper