Death

by: Zenith

You humor me with your twaddle jokes

With those sarcastic remarks I fell each time

I laughed in the little times you spend with little faith

The blue-eyed Barbie doll with a sassy mouth

***

They call you a monster, the grim reaper and the beast

But they don’t know what lies behind with those emerald green eyes

There’s a damaged person underneath

Wearing a cloak and carrying a scythe

Hiding your true identity in the shadowed mist

***

How we love you in a minute and hate you in the next hour

That’s our sexy Death with Scythyrella in his side

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