Grime Reaper

In the dark I pine for thee,

Father time…tick…tock….tick …tock.

greying hair, deepening wrinkles,

when shall it be our time?….when shall thyne eyes meet mine forever?

crooked limbs, plagued by regret, the reaper is near.

Thou has forgotten me!

The supple time of youth long gone….

I see now!…it will be in heaven you will be mine..then…

You will not be tied to duty, to chains of guilt…

Freedom will be in our grasp and only then….

will you fuck me like you kiss me.

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