Mr Grim Reaper

Tears run red
All across the paper
Your body turns dark
His reflection in the vapour

He wears a dark cloak
To hide his truths behind
Longing for questions answered
You can see it in his mind

Feared by man
But to me he's no stranger
I see him in my dreams
He protects me from danger

Angel of Death as he is known
The nickname I use is grim
My life would be a battle
If it wasnt for him

So one day my eyes close
Waiting for a dream
Waiting to see grim
But theres nothing but a scream