I reach out for you,
my grip can not hold.
With my grip not holding,
you evade my touch.
As you evade my touch,
I make better plans.
Around the next corner,
you may meet me.
When we meet,
I may take you.
If I take you,
then your life will end.
I'm the grime reaper,
the body and soul taker.
Keep up your insurance,
pray to your God,
walk in faith,
or
join me soon.
Eyes watching you!
Evil eyes.
G
Great write Grady.
Brilliant ..yeah I'm scared...:)
Vesna :)
Chills runs down my spine...WEEEEE!!
Love Tinka