The Reapers Game

Slipping closer to the end 
With every breath I take
Coming apart at the seems 
The reaper is hard to shake

I have withered and grown worn
Time is taking it's toll
Rapidly fading into nothing
My childhood has been stole

I thought I was eternal
I thought I'd never die
I was told I could be anything
If I would only try

The future has become the present
I'm no longer in my prime
I have never achieved my dreams
And I'm running out of time

How can I be happy?
When I'm inevitably going to cease
I see the vultures start to gather
Waiting for they're feast

I will become nothing more 
Than an infested mound
Making a new home
In the cold wet ground

I feel deaths boney hand on my shoulder
Every time I quiver in pain
I know that I will not win
When I play the reapers game

By LukeCoomer ©