Just Cause

Helleth bring the damned to my door. A small speck of grace and humanity led me to be frozen in time and literally all used up. That Grim Reaper that came to my door had hedonistic ideas of how to begin the task of sucking me dry of all I value and cherish.  The sickle held in the long, thin, bony hand had the menacing clutch of being ready to use at any given moment.  My pleads meant nothing to dead ears and an empty psychotic mind. Death plays fair, everyone must go, no reprieves, no jailhouse clemency just the reality of his job, the finality of his occupation.  Appeal denied. His talon like fingers clack against the prehistoric sickle which holds the sharpest part open to use as a weapon, staring with his black, shining and piercing eyes through the gut, he says nothing but I hear him loud and clear. I just know what he is thinking, this world for me is over. Over forever, hearing him think we all go the same way, every time, every day. Lights out, last breath and I am gone…