Reapers

just something i wrote during english

Walking cautiously,
  along a path.
I need to get home,
  and take a bath.

My fingers are numb,
  i can't feel a thing.
A bottle of soap,
  I'll be sure to bring.

There's blood in my nails,
  and dirt on my hands.
I keep falling,
  but I'll keep trying to stand.

I see the light,
  to my small home.
It's quite comforting,
  it gives off a certain glow.

Limping to the door,
  I'm almost there.
Me and that boy,
  could have made a good pair.

But he blew it,
  by trying to kill me.
But i could see,
  how he was trying to be.

Turn on the water,
  turn up the tunes.
I wont hear my roommate return,
  he's such a crazy loon.

I guess everything,
  took a turn for the best.
Maybe there's a chance,
  i can actually pass this test.

The door creaks open,
  thank goodness the curtain's closed.
My roommate is home,
  in front of the tub he is posed.

I'd ask him what he's doing,
  but it's useless.
He's stubborn and quiet,
  and makes such a mess.

Sometimes he,
  causes me trouble.
But it's okay because,
  he tries to fix it on the double.

It's quite cute,
  the way he worries.
So quiet and unresponsive,
  but i can see the burden he carries.

We're both reapers,
  killing those who belong dead.
But who knows,
  this could all just be in your head.

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

lol You got me with that last line, xAliceChan!! Every set of stanzas had this serious stab at sanity and sarcasm, and then another totally opposite effect with the humor and light-sided response to what was going on and the moods and story that were unfolding. I think this was very clever and wicked fun to read!! Little Hellions! lol I love it..... xoxo -Your Mark