Reaper is back wait he is always there,
watching,creeping with a stare, i bare,
only to catch a glimpse of deaths hood,
devils picture a little clue to where he stood,
the glint of light that caught the scythe,
car headlights flash trying to end my life,
he only came to bring me to his world,
hence the blackened cloak unfurled,
inevitability intertwines writhes in dance with Death,
you always whispered only to make me deaf, nothings left,
but a heart which grew doul, i pay the price the reapers toll,
i vision sundered forms,affrighted minds,and mutilated souls,
my t.v. turned on and the RING made me another blacked out hole,
he told me "death is pure love" but i dont flirt with sucide,
but the 6 rituals made 6 gates and left 6 demons a number u confide,
i wish the reaper suffered from lag so he dont respawn,
cause death came into my world and now my brothers gone,
he tatted my mind now im inprinted on satans sleeve,
only to dig into my skin to watch me bleed,
i live life like a flower and blossom till im alive,
but winter comes sooner or later and the happiness dies,
death flys over me like a million staring crows,
the reaper blamed me for the reason peoples souls came and go,
put into the darkness without any light,
heavens already closed im alone in the night,
the clock ticks but time of death cant be delayed,
i bury myself in the ground which i layed,
rotting away even when i cant be bought i still have to pay,
im living a horror movie cause ive seen the FACES of DEATH,
was in a room and watched someone close to me take their last breath
i wonder what intentions does he have for me,
hide behind a mask in the darkness what do you see,
sinks in the words of reaper the persuader,
there is very few sightings of a death invader,
my thoughts couldnt be unraveled i was twisted its hard to tell,
that i was tangled up with death being pulled down to hell,
he told me heavens not for me i commited to many sins,
it seems in the reapers book the devil always wins,
felt like death was a slingshot cause it eventally came back,
i can hear my dead body scream from the bottom of the sack