Imp glanced over at the next page where a song, or maybe a poem, stood out. It held bold lettering at the top of the page. The page was titled simply "Song of The Reaper."
The storm is brewing deep inside
Hidden behind his innocence eyes
The Apocalypse... awaits
His life once so mundane
Has now taken center stage
It's A tragedy
A man pushed beyond the brink Of insanity
Losing all but one of the all the people he had ever loved
But.., Their voices still remained
Haunting and twisted
Calling for vengeance
This entire world is at fault…
Logic failing
His mind is wailing out
But there was no one left to care..
Their voices screaming out
His Sanity decayed
From the war inside his head
His massacre was short and brutal
Screams break through the silence of the night
Flames to lick the sky
A whole town leveled and yet it wasn't enough to soothe their anger
Bent on watching the world burn
She had waited for him to realize he wasn't alone
For him to come back home
But that night she realized he was already dead
Planning for months as he went on a rampage
A violent fight late one night
And she pulled through victorious
Slain by the only one he thought he could trust
And yet the voices still remained
Not even Death could stop his mad quest
Fighting out of hell, a new power now was his
To cause the whole world's end
Loss and insanity
The cycle of the end
The cycle will continue his suffer without end
And he will always be killed by his last… remaining friend
Written by Johnathan545