A Reapers Diary Poem by Alejandro Velez

Turn your eyes unto me
torn be the roses seed
red on a bullet with eyes
blind-target waiting on disguise
'it will be quick i swear'
'enjoy it or not i dont care'
'i want you to see in my eyes...
can you feel it?
this is the end of the line'

You know i cant feel?
You know i cant see?
got no eyes, got no soul
got no heart, just a goal
to fulfill my job
to checkmark my list
and take your life with a twist of my blade...
My redish blade.

I am a vagabond with no home
a creature with no flesh
i roam always alone, carrying my best wishes of death
you dont know when im walking
you dont know when im flying
Just know this...
when you see me you are dying...

I am the reaper your nightmare itself
Your name i will carry unless you would sell
My deathlist is long, my blade is as well
and my clock is ticking for your minutes it will count and tell.
The sand passing through, clocks ending its tour.
The head with thy snake, your end i shall make.
I hope your soul does not fake, because that what ill take.