We'Re All Equal Poem by Chase Gagnon

We're all equal in the eyes of the reaper
from the wild dreamers to the never-sleepers
once we're pulled up on his hook, we're all keepers.
He'll mount our souls in his rustic cabin
that sits beside the lake of fire
then dangle a line over our watery world
baited with light on a scythe of desire.
I only love darkness, so I'll live forever
I'm not game for his tackle... I'm sunken treasure
dropped from the deck of sanity
when the captain's head was severed.

I'll never be found, at these depths of despair
I'll remain a legend he can only dream of catching
as he stares out over earth with celestial winds in his hair.