Little Reaper

Posted: April 12, 2016 by jpiercey in JamesP, Uncategorized

You were made, only of bone,

Heartless, brainless, gutless—nothing inside

You wrap yourself tightly with a cloak

So nobody witnesses the horrors you feel the need to hide inside

You’re the remains of a corpse,

Skeleton, ghoul, zombie, whatever alias you align with yourself

To remind you that you’re not human,

That you have no soul and will forever be alone but no one ever knows

It is not well, living as a Halloween character,

Because when people catch a sight of what you are,

They ask you to remove the mask, to see the real you,

But are horrified once they see that all you have to show is the ghastly ghoul face

They scream, they run, leaving you wondering why you’re born the way you are,

If there’s a way to change who you are,

But once you try countless times,

You’re left angry because you can only be a reaper and that nobody will accept that fact

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