kloe-oki

Souring through the sky between the twinkling stars of the night.
Chasing away the hopes of heaven bound souls.
Sitting perched on the reapers cloaked shoulder.
Digging his blood stained talons deep into her snow white bone.
Whispering the names of unfortunate souls.
To surrender to the reapers tight vise grip to their hearts.
Their Sin soaked bodies.
Dripping with liquid lust and anger.
Mixed together in a twisted cage of torment.
Little creatures tugging and slashes at their bare flesh.
Glowing with life being consumed by wind blown smoke.
Eating away at their lungs and eyes.
Millions of crows picking at emaciated corpses.
As far as the eye can see.
The ground drenched in deep red scarlet.
The crow being a rotten memory pecking at the back of your head.
Stalking through the sky, watching every move of intended victims.
Reapers cold laughter sending chills up your spine to fill your ears.
In a pit of hell, through the smoke and fire.
I smile at the black crow on my shoulder.
Caressing his wings as I sit on my throne and watch the small souls.
Running around like chickens without heads.
Denying them any satisfaction.
Screaming for release.
Howling for a savior.
Thrashing about against demons sharp fangs and razor like fingers.
A smile cracks into my eyes.
Breathing in the darkness around me.
Holding them close to my naked body.
Sweet pleasures of the sting they bring.
Claiming them as my own for eternity.