Grim Reaper

In the loneliest hours,
The human mind begins to write its story,
It can give you hope, peace and love,
But does it really give you the reality?

While the sky darkens and rain is pouring down,
Your heart starts to beat fast,
You keep looking back,
A smile becomes a frown.

"Who is behind me?"
The dark hallway begins to crawl towards you,
Sweat is sliding down your face,
The shadow leaves no clue.

You stand up and walk to the mirror,
Your face sudden becomes white,
Is it death you see or yourself?
But whatever it is you are right.

Blood is goring out of your eyes,
While a hand is through your chest,
You scream for help but no one answers,
"You got yourself into this mess."

The world is an unfair place,
But not unjust,
What you sow is what your will reap,
Therefore your death is nothing more then a must.

I never thought your blood will be so sweet,
From the sin you have commit,
Your pain, your suffering is like ointment to my reap,
Your blood is the ingredient for my candles to be lit.

Your name is in book,
So your fate is seal,
Don’t try to run away for me,
If you do I will make you my meal.

I will reap all your organs,
And feast on your flesh,
It pleases my wherever I go,
The taste always stays fresh.

This is my final statement to you,
Sin will always find where you are,
Your mind is nothing more then an instrument,
To take you to heaven or where we are.