The Grim Reaper

I fell silent lamenting the silence

My heart rustles without direction

Raging feelings and souls

Lamenting the loneliness of an empty soul

The cup of the soul is eroded by the erosion of time

Rooted in no man's land

Losing the foothold of life's purpose

Darkness gnaws at my every pulse

Crawling like an aimless undead

The sides of my inner space were blown away by the wounds of the past

Snatched by the grim reaper

Pouring wounds suck the withered soul

Save me from the wail of death

Save me from myself

Waiting for a ray of light to dazzle the soul

Waiting for a chance to escape

Run from the darkness of the side of me that increasingly eats me alive

©poembyselly