My Grim Reaper
His long bony fingers running down my spine. Death is knocking on my door. He has come for me but I'm not ready to go, not ready to surrender. His hands grab me and pull me deeper and deeper into his dark and haunted world. As I watch the light fade his face becomes clear and I see standing before me the man that brought me hear. He is my lover. His face is sweet and kind in this world I was pulled into. But I know that it was he, he that brought me here to this wreched place. But, I still and always will love him.
-Spidergurl57-
Spidergurl57 · Fri Nov 12, 2004 @ 07:06am · 1 Comments |