#grimreaper
Tonight, Death found me quietly–
Not with scythes or cruel intent,
But like a shadow draped in silk,
Soft-spoken, almost heaven-sent.
He sat beside my weary bones,
As if he’d known me all my life,
Tracing silence through the air,
Reading every hidden strife.
“You called for me,” he whispered low,
His voice a hush, a fragile thread,
“I felt your sorrow bloom so loud,
It echoed through the realm of dead.”
I didn’t turn to face his gaze,
Too tired to pretend I’m strong,
“Then take me,” slipped from trembling lips,
“I’ve carried this pain far too long.”
He didn’t move. He didn’t reach.
No cold embrace, no final breath,
Just fingertips upon my grief–
A gentler kind of death.
“You are not mine,” he said at last,
“Not yet, not while your heart still bleeds,
For pain is proof you’re still alive,
And life still clings to fragile needs.”
“But I am tired,” I begged the dark,
“My soul is frayed, my hope is thin–”
“And still you ache,” he answered me,
“That means there’s something left within.”
He rose like dusk slipping from dawn,
A quiet ache where he once stayed,
“And when your time is truly yours,
I’ll come– but not because you prayed.”
He brushed my tears like fleeting mist,
Then left me with the night to keep,
Not as a curse.... but as a gift–
The stubborn right to wake from sleep.
♡ lil-usagi
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 11:09 AM UTC
First I saw him, in the fields,
looking up at the stars,
swathes swaying
to the beat of the wind.
Hollow eyes, seen too much,
skin pale as if the life
had been drained from him.
Body barely holding together.
I walked up.
"Are you okay?"
He did not answer,
for a while.
Then he spoke.
"I am waiting for someone,
but he will be here soon.
I can feel it."
He looked so tired—
resigned, for the last time,
but not lost.
No, he knew where he was.
Red-rimmed eyes,
red-stained wrists.
Then I saw Him.
Over the hill,
blackness billowing around him.
Suddenly,
I couldn't speak.
I couldn't swallow.
He came to the boy.
Held him like a child,
hushed him.
he sighed, contentedly,
for the first time.
He gathered in his gashed arms,
holding him close.
He spoke so quietly,
I could just about hear,
"My child, you shall suffer no more."
Then he looked to me.
"My child, I hope you shall not torture yourself, like him."
I noticed his eyes then—heavy with sorrow.
The air seemed to sigh around Him.
"Do not end up like him."
Then he was gone.
But his voice lingered,
a whisper in the wind.
It was then I felt
my cheeks were wet too.
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 6:57 AM UTC
Beneath the cloak of the cosmic night's embrace,
He emerged, a reaper clad in shadows profound.
A silhouette of darkness, a harbinger of fate,
He, the reaper, destined to navigate.
With a cloak that whispered tales of the unknown,
He tread the realm where love and mystery were sown.
A wraith-like figure with a scythe of steel,
Yet within the shadows, a tender allure concealed.
From the garden of hearts, he plucked love's bloom,
A reaper entwined in the dance of impending doom.
His touch, a paradox of life and demise,
Yet in his presence, love found unforeseen ties.
Cloaked in midnight's velvet, a silhouette sublime,
He moved through realms, transcending space and time.
His eyes, the void where galaxies expire,
Yet within them, a spark, an unseen fire.
For my love, he was the reaper, a paradoxical guide,
Harvesting passions, where destinies coincide.
In the tapestry of love and shadows intertwined,
He wove a tale where mortality and eternity bind.
In the graveyard of dreams, where hopes lay to rest,
He walked beside me, an enigmatic guest.
A reaper for my love, a spectral dance,
We twirled through the twilight, in a fleeting trance.
In the embrace of darkness, where whispers unfold,
He spoke of love in a language untold.
A reaper's touch, gentle and severe,
As he harvested the echoes of love and fear.
He was a reaper for my love, an ethereal waltz,
In the twilight symphony where destiny exalts.
For in the shadows, where our love did thrive,
He, the reaper, kept our immortal love alive.
Dec 2, 2023
Dec 2, 2023 at 8:01 PM UTC
My heart shatters on the floor,
like the bullets of a school corridor.
The sound ricochets in my mind,
like the screams of a parents not able to pick their kid up in time.
We are at war with the reaper.
The one who hugs the bullet while it pierces through the air.
The same one who casts its scythe away,
because the gun was more American.
May 25, 2022
May 25, 2022 at 5:12 AM UTC
I hate u
at least I think I do
memories of your flaws I say goodbye to
our relationship was a war, filled with love bombing, high walls, and gore
our relationship was a chore, never effortless always depressing when
I remember your rejection better than anything
when you dropped my hand, the way you shifted sands
around different people, I really believed you
but our love met the grim reaper
you kept yourself like a secret and I was a thrill-seeker
you were scared, I was fearless
I held you dear, you were tearless
so I hate u
at least I think I do
memories of your flaws I am haunted by
memories of all the times, I wished for, I deserved more
I outpoured just to no remorse
you were always ready to drop me to protect you
you were always ready to knock me to suggest you
were little Mr. Perfect and that this was worth it
but you weren't worth these hands, these tears, my heart
you weren't worth it from the ending, middle, or start
it is reflected in my art
that I hate u
Dec 5, 2021
Dec 5, 2021 at 11:27 AM UTC
Take my heart
Cardium carpal
Impossible to hold in both hands
In every glorious piece
Valve, ventricle, artery
Pulsing, pulsing — but no blood
Not pink, not red but grey,
Grey matter, but no matter
Take care not to lack a hole by
Ebon ivory of your skeletal hands,
Pulsing, pulsing — but no blood
Only bone grasping endocrine glands
Blood eagled atrium across your palms
Venae cavae hollowed hands.
Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 6:10 PM UTC
in ruins
yet there will be no confession
lest a scythe be heard
scraping
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 8:51 AM UTC
The Physics of Love
Mass is not proportional to volume.
A girl as small as a violet.
A girl who moves like a flower petal
pulling me toward her with more force than her mass.
Just then,
like Newton’s apple,
I rolled toward her without stopping until I fell on her,
with a thump.
With a thump.
My heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground.
It was my first love
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 3:42 AM UTC
They say, everyone eventually leaves
Whether it be your house, your heart or your life
But what they never say
Is that they leave behind a part of their soul
They leave behind memories
Sometimes in pictures
Sometimes in humans
And sometimes in hand-written letters
Their departure holds a purpose
Though many a times it’s hard to see
For the heart is in despair, and the mind in shock
But fear not, my love, soon it will come to you
The Reaper is portrayed a villain
But he is merely a spirit guide
He leads the departed away from horrors
And into the hopeful light
It is said that the spirits find home
In a place a million ways better than here
But how can anywhere else be cosier
Than where lives your own flesh and blood
Those gone have a message for you, my beloved
They want you to know you’re loved
Not only by those who are alive
But also by those in the heavens above
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 12:27 PM UTC
Death is seen as
a horrifying being
but i think it's quite nice
to have someone
to hold you hand
after you die
to walk you to the afterlife
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 7:29 PM UTC
Allusion
There are many doors we all walk through every day;
Be it claw, or snore, or war, or any other reason,
The door is unavoidable and it is always the season.
A never ending end,
Never been a friend;
Never known what to expect next.
All things they continue, but nothing ever lasts.
Newborns are born and one day they will grow up to wear black.
If there was a way to never see Death again,
Would we want to live forever? Or would we need an end?
There is meaning to life, even if we do not know what it is.
Some say it is to raise kids;
Some say it is to accomplish dreams.
My reasons are the same as many other opinions;
Opinions are ten a penny.
People think they know, but nobody is ever ready.
I agree with you, good guess;
But you cannot know until it is the end,
Of the bitter sweet symphony show.
The show must go on!
Surely this is not the last song?
We need an encore for life;
We need to have hope before we are gone.
(Knock, knock, knock.)
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC
I thought I could save you from the your own demons
That lingered behind those empty eyes
But if I knew then what I know now
I should have ran and never looked back
As everything felt wrong right from the start
The love bomb
The mind games
The death stares
All those were red flags!
But I lied to myself
I lied to myself that me and you were destined
I lied to myself
That you were the chosen one, yang to my yin
I lied to myself
That you were my mirror and I was staring at my reflection
But you were just a mirage
Putting up a charade while you mimicked me
Took down my walls and entrance gain
I was so lost then but now I'm found
If you ask me I know better now
As for you, you'll never find what you're looking for
No amount of love on this earthplane can rescue your fallen soul back to light
For you need no saving, all you're after is your next source of energy, a chain of supply is what your ego craves.
Just know you can hide but never ran
Your Mr nice guy masks will soon fall off
Everything will lay bare and that void within will show
©Sonia Ettyang
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC
She is brutal.
She will tear my skin,
Bruise my knees,
And blacken my eyes.
But she is also a gentle dove
And she can be kind.
When I succeed she gives me sweets
And gives back my missing pieces.
She is my mistress.
Her’s is the name on my collar,
She has the lead.
And she keeps control until she hands me off to him.
Though I know him not,
He will heal my body.
Let me have the control,
And finally give me peace.
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 8:41 AM UTC
my old futile dreams
make the windows all misty
ripping up the seams
blood mixed with ancient whiskey
a smile around the corner
lures the naive mind
******* up the world order
another death wish signed
overhead, brick by brick
the november wind stands still
heart oozing of homesick
empty thoughts keep my glass refilled
delusions cover my sight
faraway lights blink with eager
fixing the crooked night
dinner with the grim reaper
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 3:09 AM UTC
He stands at the dim of the night
In a corner, staying clear out of sight
Unbeknownst to children's laughter,
Catastrophe's waiting for them to answer
Dark ol' grim reaper smiles at his victim,
Stealthily hides from moonlight's gleam
Before taking in another hand into the void
This one, you surely cannot possibly avoid
Alas, it unmistakably strikes again!
Had his bony hands 'round pretty little Jane
Oh, how she must've died in vain!
For despair must've drove her insane
Ladies and gents, welcome aboard a cry-fest!
Come in, sit down, be our guest!
For it is all too late to solve the crime
Of the grim reaper's deadly chime
Have a cup of tea as we speak
The rumors of little Jane, we seek
For it is not her fault, I assume
But the slight whisper of the reaper, I presume
Oh well, another corpse is to be forgotten
All of these evidences are misbegotten
For one cannot simply get the murderer
Under the name “Grim Reaper”
As he was the one to summon us hither,
Wiping the tears until sadness is bleaker
In a few fortnights, all will be well
Despondency will succumb into fiery hell
But for a few close members still grief-stricken
With dark auras as proof given
The whole town is set to drop little Jane
From their ol' squeaky wains
As they stood outside in brimming laughter,
Gloomy condolences drained in a gutter
Counted a few moons before moving,
Leaving a name of the past whilst grinning
Amidst small talk and smiles
The grim reaper stands for another while
Yes, another end is vaguely planned
As he arrived at one's doorstep with death in hand
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC
The Three Angels
(The demon talks)
With all the death that surrounds our lives;
Surely it is no longer shocking,
That we are eternally searching, for that long goodnight.
In all the worlds, the stars and the twilight,
Live the horrors of a hive mind that is aching for sunlight.
You can only take the things that I have grown to hate;
For in each and every day, you have stood in my way.
But now the time has come for me to repay,
The hurt that you have caused me; with my own taste for pain.
When all else is dark and the birds have flown away,
You will be found cold as steel, in your personal shallow grave.
Without a doubt, you will be betrayed
And with an ice cold blade,
You will find yourself at the end of your days.
In a blackened cloak and cowl of ash;
The reaper is calling for you, so make a wish my Prince.
In this magnetic future, there is no turning back;
This death is foretold, forewritten and your future is destined.
You can never run inside a fate of quicksand
And as the breath drains from your lungs, you are left praying still.
Your precious life can be taken, simply by the touch of his hand;
So prepare for your dying day and write yourself a will.
In the depths of despair, we are all lacking air.
Offer us a sunshine inside a bag and we will honour your name.
A sickening world breeds only a lack of care;
Now this day of reckoning has come,
To splash this land with blood stains.
A ****** in mind; a vulture feeds upon the carcass.
I pity your entire life and your very existence.
We speak only of evil, because you people are so barbarous.
And now the evil has been awakened,
So you had better keep your distance.
We are forever indebted to the Devil and his teachings
And we shall remain devout and do all of his bidding.
Empathy is unseen through black eyes devoid of feelings;
So such beauty shall remain untouched by the hand of the King.
Love shall remain unrequired when the world is on fire;
So when all has turned black, I shall have no such desire.
The family feud shall reign eternal
And the gunshot will ring true and leave you down in the mire.
Falling and sinking and then drowning in blood.
With the dark angels touch, you will be conquered and taken.
No saviour is forthcoming to stop your society’s soul crush;
It will bring you down with every word,
That these imbeciles have spoken.
We all wear a mask to hide our inner-most secrets;
I have never taken a soul that didn’t need me to take it.
I stare into the stars from down inside this spiked pit;
Now the shackles have been removed,
So I can, at last, unleash this hatred!
(The angel speaks)
The darkness is unending in this place without hope;
We are trapped inside our memories and we will soon become ghosts.
If the burden we carry holds us back,
When forward is where we must go.
If we allow ourselves to become prisoners of thought;
Then our life will never leave the shallow.
The monsters are everywhere, so speak of them, for they will still be;
You cannot carry a book of spells that will banish everything.
You cannot live a life with beauty, if you are already inside your box;
You must face your fears head on and live your life free.
Free from the fear of death, we must all rest one day;
But for now we must sing to cover our nervous eyes.
Let joyous thoughts create your face
And keep the undertaker from your grave;
For too soon we will be taken, so use well your only time.
As the grandfather clock ticks and the pendulum swings,
The house of the dead will forever be beckoning.
But if we live carefully and let our dreams be carefree,
We can fulfil our destiny and change our time of reckoning.
In mirrors we see shadows flicker and their shape may change;
But as soon as we look at those shadows through natural eyes,
There is nothing there to be seen.
So we stare deep into the mirror that is our soul, searching once again;
Those images are no longer there to be found,
But they will be back inside our darkest dreams.
In the midnight hour we awaken screaming no!
We tell the tale of the beast that lurks in the shadows.
We see it all so clearly, in the back of our minds.
But our words are felt unnecessary;
They tell us go to sleep now and be mellow.
(The poet replies)
We can never relax in this nightmare of a bloodbath!
It is real I tell you! So stop that laughter!
You will regret this lost minute, when you are under attack!
So take these words deep inside your heart
And remember them forever after!
Your time is coming, so beware the ides of March;
You cannot light your way in the rain with that torch.
The daylight may be your friend, but evil likes to lurk in the dark.
The killer, the reaper;
Your future is forever more.
In your last living hour and the first second of your death,
You will be praying for an escape key and wishing for a wish.
You will call out to God and inevitably you will still be dead;
Because when your hour glass is empty, then that will be the end of it.
(The angel speak)
Your future is uncertain, but the threat of death haunts us all;
We can be nothing without action, so seize this time.
When all is turning black and we are without a door;
We will hope for a purpose, a direction, a sight for sore eyes.
The bats will feast on your blood as you lay under moonlight;
The lost and found box will one day contain your soul.
If all we can be is dead, then surely we must embrace this life;
Now is not our final hour, it is our finest hour!
So along the pure path we must go!
Each stepping stone will carry us across the Dead Sea;
If we truly believe, then we can achieve anything.
So run for the hills, to bask in the dawns morning call
And as you drop to your knees to embrace the light,
You will find your true meaning.
Pause for thought beneath a rainbow, if you are thinking of the end;
Because we are just beginning to tell the tale of mankind.
Through bloodshot eyes, bullets have been fired my friend;
But here we stand, here we fall and still humanity survives.
The mischievous spirits dance in the rose petals beneath our feet;
As the angel’s soothe our hearts inside the pit of defeat.
In a hopeless state we can never set ourselves free;
But humans are kind sometimes,
So have trust, faith and love and you shall be at peace.
We cannot rest in peace if our soul is in pieces;
So stay true to your belief that the spirits are good.
As we gasp for air, we stay clear of our graveyard; we all want this
And as once more we rise, we become immortal
And in this Heaven I promise you, we shall all forever be loved.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC
Your Country Needs You
Your government lies, as your Son dies.
The end is nigh, as are the cold black nights.
The vision of the Undead Knight.
The taker of your life.
Your soul was sold, your eyes are cold.
Your body still bears the scars of old.
My life is now not even an existence;
Just a head, full of mixed up memories.
Have a war and **** your soldiers,
Or just destroy your nuclear weapons and save all of us.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC
Dark skies are falling through the town, the mist
Strolls along the damp cobblestone walkway.
He comes alone, only with scythe assist.
Path and scythe, cruelly curved, long and grey.
He walks along, at all never stopping
While this wretched creature beckoned me near.
Held in place, but my heart not yet falling.
Angel of death, a lovely pale reaper.
Embrace of Death is all that gives me hope.
The one whom will take me into the mist.
Reaching in my ***** my soul to *****
It submitting within his bony fist
Playing with heart-strings, his fateful gest
He, who delivers me eternal rest
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC
On the cold ground here I lay,
Swallowing the feelings I can't convey,
And I cry a silent cry,
For forever I say goodbye
My dress soaked with red,
My eyes only perceive dread,
My blood filling my throat,
My life ceased to devote
Then a sudden gift from fate,
The black that began to dominate,
Fear is not a word to describe,
My dead heart began to feel alive
From his ankles to his shoulders,
Dressed in aristocratic attire,
As dark as the sky at night,
As noble as the Duke's delight
I felt my admiration,
When he approached without hesitation,
My cheeks stained with blood,
But never a trace of disgust
Then, my eyes began to close,
Such precious moment for me to lose,
There is so much to say...
In my next life, on my dying day
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
She fell hard for the man in the dark
Wondered if he would come visit her soon someday
She cried for a while, as she lied awake
With her heart full of scars
Wishing he would come take her away
Then a wild idea formed in her head
If he weren’t coming, then she would go to him
With a blade in her hand she had the perfect plan
She set the mood with hero in her soul and sang this little hymn
Oh come now the man of my dreams
The one I see when I sleep
Hold me close and we’ll run away
Setting my old life ablaze
Oh come now speak softly to me
My heart is heavy and my soul is weary
This life has gotten my best
And it has given me its worst
Oh Come now and hold me still
In your arms I’ll take my rest
I swear I’ll never have my fill
With you there is no contest
The room blurred and the blood ran red
As she fell to the floor
She saw the shadow man come to the door
As she took her last breathe
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 3:17 PM UTC
***Don't fear the reaper,
fear the silence.***
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 2:50 AM UTC
Death dressed up for dancing
In a tan sport coat and tie,
Not invited to the wedding, but
It was someone’s time to die.
The bride and groom were beautiful
As brides and grooms would be,
Few knew that she was pregnant,
In several months there would be three.
The best man was a long-time friend
Of both the bride and groom
He was drinking fueled by jealousy
Because their wedding sealed his doom.
Bride’s Mom and Dad, long since divorced,
Said, “Hello”, but didn’t smile.
They both cried as their ‘little girl’
Walked slowly down the aisle.
Groom’s parents laughed and danced and drank,
But both hid things inside
His Dad was filled with cancer, and
His Mom despised the bride.
Grandpa sat in his chair alone,
Except for the oxygen tank
The young pretty much ignored him,
So he just sat and drank.
Bride’s brother disappeared a lot
He insisted he was fine,
Then he snuck off alone again
To do another line.
The wedding party partied hard,
Paid the band for one more set,
All filled with alcohol and lust
How much drunker could they get?
Death walked unseen among the crowd.
He had yet to pick his date,
Lay his hand upon a shoulder
And seal the doomed one’s fate.
Phil Lindsey 3/27/17
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 8:45 AM UTC
I'm the reason why they say death comes in threes.
I’m the grim reaper that will become your keeper and when I leave, you’ll be begging to meet your maker.
First, I will fill your head with lifeless words so it paralyzes your brain.
Every second I'm not around is a second you’ll be less sane.
Then I these words will poison your heart, so there is no chance it will stray away.
Parts of who you used to be will now start to decay.
Finally, I will finish the job by stealing your soul.
Killing you off in threes will be my end goal.
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 9:57 AM UTC
The wink of the moon is a forgiving description,
The locks of your hair, brittle and worn,
Every tomb you forebear has a decaying inscription,
Your empty touch can drive even the most stoic to mourn.
Unconsidered by nature, but naturally torn,
The weight you must bear is never applied,
Vengeful at your mention, and your destruction they've sworn,
With the strength of cyanide, but your effects shall never subside.
You keep your fair distance,
Through your eyes you see no favorite,
Sickness plagues all at your mere insistence,
You're a people watcher, a natural behaviorist.
I can't avoid or dismiss you my love,
But Death, my fair maiden, there's not an hour you go undreamed of.
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC