Neil Graham Marsden - Reaper

Lower those eyes in my presence before you,
covert but never disguised,
forget second chance when this dark debt falls due,
I am the demon despised.

Now I rescind all those wishes that came true,
recalled on this death of night.
Crushing the hand where those gold bands remind you
that pain is my sole delight.

No last goodbyes to infest my dark senses,
steel fists will defeat soft mind.
Staring at walls in their battered defenses
are those you have left behind.

Rip through two hearts with just one taloned finger
tear holes through their wretched frames,
we may depart but our stench here will linger,
and torment will sign our names.

Neil Graham Marsden

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