In the darkest depths of breathless night
I feel The Reaper over me;
Contemplating my demise.
His swinging scythe thirsts for pale delight
To send my world to blackened sea;
Disconnecting my dead eyes.
A vicious veil removes every sight
As mortal thoughts begin to flee;
Unraveling my life’s ties.
I let loose my grip that held on tight
And kept this deadly life so free;
Relinquishing my disguise.
by Max Ambrose, March 27, 2018