The reaper

The reaper
with his aweful grin,
is taking me,
because of my sins.

He has come for me,
so now i must leave,
my tortured soul,
will follow me.

As he leads me,
down the dark hole,
i see my secrets and scars,
starting to unfold.

His hand is shockingly cold,
his body consumed,
like wise are my hands,
and my body that is dumed.

I see the dead world beneath us,
that evil has created,
and some how i feel at peace,
for this time i have long awaited.

i have always wanted to die,
for as long as i can remember,
and now im here,
my soul is like a forgotten member.

*i wrote this poem 2 years ago and i just found it, i like it so tell me what ya think*