My friend the Grim Reaper
I was laid out in the gutter.
From a night, rather a life, full of sins.
As my eyes were still closed.
I saw a dark form, like a shadow.
It came at me with intensity and force.
I begged, I pleaded and I fought.
But nothing seemed to work.
I was no match for this thing.
Told it to give me one last chance.
It said with great power in its voice, “If I find you again, on the brink of death face down in the gutter or dirt.
You’re coming with me and it is going to hurt.”
It gave me a second chance when no one else would.
I went through the pain that was my life.
Flashing bright, I’ll admit i even cried.
To turn this pain to pleasure.
To live a life.
So, I crawled out the gutter.
Walked through burning flames.
Then, drowned myself in the rivers and the raging seas.
But I denied what my mind desired.
To tame this evil beast that lives inside.
