As these days roll forever on
I collect their disappointment
Hiding it and distracting them
To ensure that none fall silent
I am the reaper of misfortune
Or so I hope to be to them
As I make their lives be rich
Distracting from times that condemn
Where I hide all these weighty moments
Is a logical place, I believe
In a blackened abyss that moves all around
My own soul holds tight the moments I retrieve
You may be concerned
But, there is no reason to fear
I live with these tortures daily
Merely causing my vision to blear
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 9:19 AM UTC
As these days roll forever on
I collect their disappointment
Hiding it and distracting them
To ensure that none fall silent
I am the reaper of misfortune
Or so I hope to be to them
As I make their lives be rich
Distracting from times that condemn
Where I hide all these weighty moments
Is a logical place, I believe
In a blackened abyss that moves all around
My own soul holds tight the moments I retrieve
You may be concerned
But, there is no reason to fear
I live with these tortures daily
Merely causing my vision to blear
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