Grim Reaper

Death365src13.12.2015

The darkness sits heavy on my soul,
The Grim reaper at my back.
His talon’s grip at my heart.
Has I slowly slip into the dark pool.

Fire up the bike and ride
White lines like lighting pass,
Cars are there and then they’re gone.
The Grim Reaper hangs on.

His Scythe digs at my side.
I’ve stopped and looked into his eyes,
Dark bottomless pools full of death.
Not today my dark friend I cry.

And from the grave a voice replies,
No matter how fast you ride,
Time is always on my side…..

Eye of Seoirse

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