As the night draws near,
The reaper comes for me
Reaching deep for my soul
He whispers;
"You're mine and I'll devour you slowly"
"I am the bane of your existence"
I lay helpless in my sleep paralysis
Shivering
As tears roll down my cheeks
He sensed my fear
And just when he wanted
To reap my soul
I found my voice
"No reaper, not today"
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