Once, I am the living death
Nothing to fear, nothing to feel
To whom I suffer, to whom I pain.

Once, I am the noxious death
Breath of hatred, breath of anger
From betrayal, from deceiver.

Once, I am the hidden death
I lied, I steal, I killed
For every pain I suffer...
For every betrayed of the deceiver...
I am the Grim Reaper.








(August 08,2008 - 8PM)

Glenn Mark Amor

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-grim-reaper-13/