And That’s the Story

I close my eyes like mother said,
her sweet soft words I lay my head,
I feel my heavy eyelids drop,
then space and time suddenly stop.
it's both a curse and a gift,
as the weight upon my shoulders lift,
and the world is suddenly a haze,
i'm stuck in darkness left to gaze.

An angel called dreams drifts rite by,
and the nightmare devil who likes to pry,
They fight over were they will carry me,
the land of beauty, joy and dreams,
or a place where no one will hear my screams.
And while they bicker on and on,
a god called death hums a song,
he swoops ove and says 'Im a keeper',
and thats the story of the Grim Reaper.

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