Chapter 1: Hell of The Macabre Masterpiece: Poems of Horror and Gore

The Grim Reaper

The spirit of the dead is near

They've asked me to bring you all here

I can see it in your eyes

You all look despaired

I'd like to help you but I no longer care

I no longer can

It's ripping my insides out and nothings there

I'm a victim to my own domain

To which I've put myself in my own pain

That's why they have chosen me

They know I'll bring them victory

My wrist have never bled

But you can still see some red

They have now closed the cage

I'm in a bit of rage

But there's nothing I can do

Because people helping me is through

Some will never ever get to know me in person

Cause now I'm all alone in this Ancient Dungeon