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The Reaper

eddie12309 • 677 followers

Can you hear it?....

Can you hear that sound?
It's the sound of darkness
And it's closing it's ground

A deepening silence
Rattling in your ears
Surrounds your soul
Realising all your fears

Can you feel it?.....

Can you feel it in the air?
A feeling so threatening
A feeling of deaths dark stare

A manipulative presence
Following you from behind
Echoing your footsteps
Playing with your mind

Can you see it?.....

Can you see your demise?
Its in the shadows
Don't be frightened, look in his eyes

Death has found you
Turn around
Don't fear the Reaper
Find peace in his gown

#dark-poetry #existential-dread #general #mortality #nightdwellers #psychological-horror #supernatural

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