Reaper's List

Silent, Unnerving and dark at times,
The air is rent with your unheard cries.
Nails dig deep into flesh,
These wounds of mine are still fresh.

Claw out and take this heart,
Sing to it, Lines forgot.
Lore and legend lost in the past,
This world of light, in dark contrast.

You may live and yet be dead,
Walking alone, filled with dread.
This life of creepers and tangled twine,
The clock is ticking, your time or mine?

Hang me or keep my head on a guillotine,
This sweet death is yours, not mine.
They dont even know you exist,
For your names only on my list.