Oskar

Beckoning of the Reaper

Life is humorous, but the joke is on mankind.






My heart aches and burns,
the result of long yearning,
wanting for your loving embrace,
hoping one day soon you would arrive;
yet here now I lie,
alone but for your shadow,
standing above me,
menacing, cruel, and tall,
mocking me with a sardonic smile,
tell me I should have been careful;
all I can do is stare into your black eyes,
strength ebbing away,
so long I searched for you,
now found, I abhor you,
begging forgiveness, wishing you gone,
and still you grin;
my final shudder comes, life extinguished,
life I just realize is precious,
the last breath fills your quota,
you turn away,
your job done.

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