Reaper

From an ominous wind
The fire blows out
And from the smoke
Comes the wraith

Putrid and vile

Looming over my soul
It calls out to the shadows
Hissing in my ears
Causing death and denial

With a skeletal hand
It touches my skin
And cruelly caresses my sins

And there you stand
While I scream in morbid fear
All you can do is stare
While my soul is torn asunder

And your love is no more