The light has faded
Pouring out of me
Happiness drips away
To the canvas on the floor
My light almost gone
As I look down
The masterpiece might be finish
Swirls of red and black thick with blood
one last breath
I sign my name with the others
As I fall the reaper comes
He takes my hand as I fade away
As I follow the reaper
Into the masterpiece
I hear the screams of those before
We have all joined the piece of death
The masterpiece still hangs
The memory of death
The reaper waits for its next victim
To add to the masterpiece of blood
About the Creator
D. L. Scott
I am a non-binary writer who enjoys the genres of horror/fantasy. I specialize in short stories and poetry. My love of writing began at a young age and has continued well into my adult years even as my ms has made it difficult to keep up.
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