Time has passed without a glance.
My mind has ceased, it doesn’t dance.
So hard it is, to cast aside
my life’s work—my suicide.

Every death a simple plan
Every life held in my hand
The Blackness comes to haunt my dreams
His name, The Reaper, apart of my scheme.

When all are in fight
Your time is near
Will you Take Flight
And jump without fear?

~Corbs

(Just a quickie while I'm in class. Enjoy)