Now I lay me down,
my head to pillow.
Reaper,
harvest me,
for I never want to see
another mornings light.
This pain is ripe,
take it away,
as you speak your seed,
in innocent ears,
stain them,
defile them,
smirch me
in this bath of rebuke.
All I wanted was her love,
love,
to give it,
to get it,
to be to her
so good,
to do for her
such good,
to be her rock,
her strenght,
her all things
needed.
Hammer to nail,
to fix my fate,
as it is all so late,
while twilight is
on it’s brink,
and my rotting heart,
just can’t think,
of how I could ever
let go,
or what is left,
to hang onto.
Reaper,
chase me down,
in your chariot
of shades of grey,
into the blackness
of the nothingness
before me.
Claim your just reward,
for whatever I have done,
to find myself in such place.
Rip my flesh from bone,
submitt it to the earth,
that once gave
the chance,
to love her.
The sounds never heard,
still they made their sounds,
lost in the nothingness
of the emptiness
and darkness,
that has cast shadow,
so profoundly undeniably
upon my soul to core.
