EmptySoul Posted October 17, 2004 Share Posted October 17, 2004 no black cloak. no gleaming scythe. a mere man in his words and deeds. he calls to me with a silent smile. i will come to him- fearlessly. there's no resisting everything he holds. there's no fear, and there's no pain. male fingertips follow his intentions bold- and he thinks he has everything to gain. dark eternities move in his eyes as i whisper my request. again, he thinks he holds the lies but i am the one that is blessed. i ask for more, for all he'll give and he'll go just a little too far. crimson stains his lips, his hands- and now- red splashes on the floor. like i said: no cloak. no scythe. but he is the new grim reaper. Empty Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ForAnother Posted October 17, 2004 Share Posted October 17, 2004 I thought it was fantastic until after the "I am the one that is blessed" part. Everything about it till then was just beautifully written. I don't like the end as much, even tho it is still good. Don't take my comment too harsh, cuz I really did think it was well done. ForAnother Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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