Grim

Grim

A Poem by Caustic_Dystopia

Ice cold skin, pale complexion 
the blue flames spread like a deadly infection. 
His legs won't move, his heart beat quickens, 
his eyes grow wide, his blood begins to thicken. 
A shortness of breath, 
the stench of death, 
the Grim Reaper has arrived.
As he drifts closer the boy begs for his life 
the reaper won't listen and he raises his scythe. 
He try's to move, to runaway, 
but his legs refuse to obey. 
The things he's done to deserve this fate; 
his soul forever trapped by his hate. 
As the scythe comes down he closes his eyes 
and pictures the deep blue of the sky. 
His life replays deep in his mind if only he'd done things a little different then maybe, just maybe he would have survived.

© 2016 Caustic_Dystopia


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Awesome imagery. From start to finish and a well done job on evoking the "feiegtened" emotion.

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Added on November 20, 2016
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Caustic_Dystopia
Caustic_Dystopia

Redmond, OR



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Female, 26 been writing since I was 15. I prefer poetry, but I write short stories, too. Most of my poems are based off true events, or how I was feeling at the time it was written. more..

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