Comes the Reaper

never

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my dreams
your nightmares

come tomorrow
comes the reaper
you’re the sleeper
cell that never
became awaken
in this life

I am the
deliverer
of your soul
never used
to God
or Satan

makes no
difference
guilt or
innocence
to me it’s
just a job

 

The Raven

By Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—

Only this and nothing more.”

do you miss me
Corpus Christi
I miss you
let me know
and I will come
break down
your chamber door
not just for now
for evermore

 

 

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