Like a loaded gun he waits to be triggered
A bullet waiting to dive beneath the flesh
They'll be nothing left...worth saving...after he's done satisfying his cravings
Just play dead
Whisper & he may think you're just another voice in his head...
Don't forget what I said or he'll take your life, he'll slice, cutting like a knife, into pieces
He'll keep it all
He's such a good keeper as his words penetrate deeper
Yours truly
The beloved Reaper



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