Blade to my neck
This scythe doesn't scare me
Ask Grim "what's next?"
Death comes eventuallyI keep tryna avoid it
Now I stare at His eyes
Blade a perfect fit.
Noose a perfect tie.I spoke to the devil
He says I scare him
Now the next level
It's time to meet GrimI greet him with a smile
I'm ready for my fate
Hopes been gone a while
Death is on my plate.
ESTÁ A LER
dePRessed bAbY
PoesiaVote please, 800+ reads and only 33 votes :( h e a r t b r o k e n alonewithyoudoesthatmakesense? You Won't Read This Shit This is my mind 3 am