The Reaper....guess most of my poems are considered " Gothic" poems. So I will from now on title them this way

Basically this is a rewrite of the last poem. " Eternal Loathsomeness". This one rhymes.


Macabre scenes that I have witnessed ,
in the cold gloom of night.
Fill my heart with dreaded sickness,
as Demons hold me tight.

Fractured thoughts puncture my mind,
as splintered shards break through.
My once sharp eyes are all but blind,
replaced by blurried hues.

Morose feelings are tampered down,
as they have been for years.
Leaving me distrought and bound,
never to reappear .

Lurid dreaded notions,
they trickle through my veins.
Obliterate emotions,
inflicted guilty pains.

Gruesome sounds and putrid smells,
invade my ears and nose.
Shadows have become unveiled,
their bodies decompose.

Torrid anticipation looms,
obscuring cryptic thoughts.
To hear of my prophetic doom,
I ponder all I've lost.

Disembodied rotting death,
commanded by the REAPER.
Has come to give a final breath,
before I'm lowered deeper.