Pookers

Seared into his memory are moments of pain; Moments that this monster will not live again. Supressing all his memories leaves him cold and grey, Never more remembering the bright sunlight of day. Ever, ever onwards he stumbles through the dark Holding back the thought of the sweetly singing lark. Ferocious and unforgiving he will live out his years For this monster will not contemplate shedding any tears.

As I lay alone here I fear that you wouldn't shed a tear, If I today should cease to exist And fall into a great abyss. Dank and cold with no hope of escape. There is nothing to do here but wait, Until from the abyss I can depart, And fly straight into your heart. Within your heart I will stay, Until you decide to stray. From whence I shall return from where I came Never to return again.

The Grim Reaper stalks the Earth for prey, Men, women and children he takes away, Some may go to heaven and some to hell Only those taken ever can tell. His shadowy form lurks without care, His duty to death he does with a spectral air. The scythe, his symbol forever on show. His skeletal figure the chosen ones know. The hourglass of life ticks away in his hand, As you fight this, your last stand. Hunched over your body your soul he will reap, Who knows what parts of this he may keep? His solitary duty will forever go on, Even after this era is gone. He will take the souls of all living things And grief with him he always bring

There is no one I want to talk to, No one I want to see, I'm just going to sit here My sharp knife and me. Cut the flesh, release the pain It pours out like April rain. I'm free, I'm happy If only for a while The lack of pain makes me smile. But soon it all comes flooding back The pain, sorrow and bitterness attack.