Where Your Reaper Stays

Your art seeps through my walls,

covering my dreams with void.

Do you see

with what paint you color my mind?

what reaper of souls you send to me at night?

Tend to your garden of manipulation

let stems of fate dry out

but fertilize fruits of my faith

in your deceit

Green gardens grow black eyes

Author's Note

dramatic shit I came up with at 2am today, but I'd like to share, regardless of my personal distaste for it; documenting mental state over time is important to me
maybe you'll enjoy it :)

Reviews

[quarintine_deathangel]

Your imagery is freaking awesome! Sweet poem ^^

[Lexi Villanueva]

I love it it speaks a lot out nice 100

[Austin Davis]

This could be a badass song. I love the line, "Golden green gardens grow black eyes." I hear Skinny Puppy singing this song. haha. Awesome.