
In the dark of night, Silence hanging heavy in the air, The reaper comes to visit Reeking of death, he grins, A jagged imitation of a smile Slowly, deeply, He tells me of unknown things An attractive amalgamation Of morbid tales, false illusions, pretty lies, Spilling from his curled lips With a bony finger, he beckons me Toward temptation, once again With a sigh, I turn away, Content to live another day
© 8 May 2019, by Haley Scully