The Reaper

This continuing nightmare Locked away in the id Spectre of psyche Wielding his scythe of torment Staring me down through my dirty window Evil intent in his eyes Frozen in time, I cannot move Panic ensues as he floats toward me So dark in the night Silhouette grows bigger Shrouded in black cloth Donning the hood of sin Punishment is due on all accounts Payment in full to be made Gruesome transaction against my will Ultimate fear grips so tightly No control over my life Cannot stand this torture anymore Demon, instrument of terror Slices through my flesh so easily As the reaper kills me He lifts his hood and it is me And I look so angry With my cold, hard stare A hatred one could only have for themselves Beatings self inflicted on myself Hatred for my prior actions Atonement for my existence Swinging the blade with such resolve And I never felt so good! Am I evil or insane? Caught in this vicious cycle Pain was always the answer This is all I've ever known I am my own reaper Unable to cope with my rage Lifetime of regret Eternal damnation