Reaper

From the corner of your apartment

made out of cigarette butts, dirty clothes

and expired canned beans

he watches you every single night

 

Patience of a fisherman

Firm hands as a golfer

A smile that blows more terror

than his rusty scythe

that soaked with blood of the sinners

 

He’s been lurking behind me for Zeus knows how long

I couldn’t seem to unlock the door

to smash the crap out of the hooded pile of bones with

Had no other door, I decided to face him

 

Looked him in the empty eye socket

and told him I didn’t remember

calling any death for hire

 

He laughed and laughed

He told me I didn’t�"-he’s been with me

since I came out of my mother’s womb

 

I just haven’t rang the special bell yet

 

That was the night the reaper reminded me one thing:

Everybody has guns pointed at their heads

and they are the ones who capable

of pulling the trigger