• Reaper in December,
    Misleading poor innocent souls with fake innocent tears
    Waiting for your warm comfort in the cold frostbitten dead winter night
    Slowly drawing you in
    Without you knowing his dastardly plan
    Inviting him in your warm cozy home
    Gaining your love and
    Providing him with warmth
    While slowly ripping it all away
    Your love,your trust,your family and memories
    Slowly fading in a dark abyss while you sleep
    You last attempts to escape your fate
    In the end fall short and you slowly
    He quietly slipping away in the shadows
    Waiting for another innocent victim