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"The
Reaper"
I've got
nothing but my anger
Making me
a stranger
To the
friends and family I used to love
But livid
silence is my fitted glove
Covering
these hands that strangle
This
resentment that dangles
Precariously
from the thinnest wire
Oh, the
books we'll burn when we set fire
To the
words and wisdom of another age
Lost
amidst this blinding rage
Forsook
because the lessons learned
Are less
important than the bodies burned
I've seen
you run when you should walk
Your lips
move but you've never talked
You take
more than you'll ever give
The boat
is broke but I refuse to swim
Because
I'll see you dead before I die
And maybe
then you'll acknowledge my
Right to
cheat in a dirty fight
When all
your deals are done at night
Are done
in bed and done in Hell
Are done
good but not so well
That I
don't know the whole thing's rigged
Though I
am small and you are big
But I
can't think or feel or be afraid
The best
of plans we mice have laid
But what's
it matter if I don't care
If I have
with me this hateful stare
If I see
in me a bitter end
When love,
like God, cannot pretend
Cannot
wage this senseless war
With
senseless rules to be ignored
Where the
only thing that really counts
Is who I
take and in what amounts
Because I
am the reaper and you should be
Scared less for you than scared of me |