

The Reaper~The Reaper~The Reaper
The Reaper answers the door, comfort to make, pain to take. Memories reflected in broken mirrors, twisted and bent. Changes reflected in prisms of your emptiness, a stony silence of painful remembrance. Abhorrent, absent function, alluring in an obsequious, macabre dysfunction. Particles of dust flower where the soul flourished A gruesome effigy to a being that was known. This mechanistic prison of fear; this belligerent dread, for He is near. Parsimonious love brings acquiescence. Broken paths of degenerated nostalgia, the lif