Reaper (part 2):

I am stuck within this mortal shell. Suffering everyday. In this private hell. Why can't I just die? Grow some wings and fly. Something's missing. Instead I'm left here just to cry. And no one listens. Left here just to roam. Broken bones and memories of my catacombs. Just laying on the ground in a mausoleum. Scars on my flesh, don't you see them? See the trauma in my life? Pour it in my cup and let it overflow. See the darkness in my life? Drink it up before it overflows. Will I ever heal from this ever growing pain? Stuck inside this mortal coil. I will never be the same. Wishing for my death and my blood to boil. Do you even know my name? Deep within my veins a darkness creeps. Reaper's scythe Into my heart this madness seeps. Here I lay waiting for my release. Come on Reaper, comfort me. Deep down beneath the surface a virus sleeps. Break the cage inside my chest and grasp my heart. Feel its fleeting beat as you take my final breath from me. Is this a dream? Or is it Destiny.