ProLurker

I can see you. But you can’t see me. I hold the day of your death on my shoulders as you walk around without care. I hold the scythe that will pierce you and I will take your soul to the light beyond. It is so sad to look at you when you are about to die knowing that you keep wanting to living. How I long to walk around you… But I am doomed to kill and take souls to the other world. So because the dead can’t cry, I cry for you.