Cloaked by the night
skinless feet echo in
the hallow alley
Sickle gleaming, he stops
at the crate I call my
home.
Stares into my widening eyes
eternal statue, time stops
empty sockets search my soul
Slowly, he walks on
Death grants me one more
day.
© TGReaper, 2002
Artwork © Unknown Artist
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