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Alone in that dark room which contains my bed,

While I sit and wait for thoughts of the Reaper to creep into my head.

I hold a beating heart in mine hands,

But then wish to stop the beating with my favorite rubberband.

Humanity, I supposed, is meant for those,

People.

With all of their every ready bloody bows,

That protest to pray after going up a steaple.



The Reaper you see,

Stole my heart from me.



In the darkness many things dwell,

From a far away fantasy which we know only by the name Hell.

They alway invite me this night to come by,

It sounds nice from what they describe.

But this crimson heart has caught me eye,

"Have you anything else to prescibe?" I reply

They scurry off though with some unseen dire need,

I then deside to get a bead.



With beads you see,

I will make a necklace, and the Reaper won't get this heart from me.



My new apparel brings a tinge of release,

I allow warmth of covers to drift me away.

When I awaken time demaned the heart disease,

I thought frustration would be my sway.

Instead I plunge a knife to my head to join the Reaper,

Knowing that I could never keep her.





*** just a little poem i wrote at 2 a.m while being tired, i will likely work on it more so it isn't so raw sooner or later, untill then this should give the jist of it***