Grim Reaper.

Violet

14 May, 2014 07:35 PM 
I live a lonely life,
Which is never ending,
My heart and soul have died,
For which I will never cry.

For those who cross my path,
My face is etched with worry,
For you shall witness death,
Everyones last breath. 

No man will ever see,
the torment I must face,
To keep you safe and sorrow,
From your death mans pace.

You may hear my cries,
When you lay at night,
But for you I carry on,
Your never ending slave. 

By Violet. 04/03/13
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