The Reaper

I am the reaper of truth.

Fighting the good fight.

Seeing things differently.

My journey is my plight.

See, I open their eyes

to the world they don't see.

Take away imiganation

and show them reality.

I think the thoughts

you refuse to think.

Your view is a chasm

and I am the link

to a world that is real,

a world full of bad.

And people wonder

why I'm always so sad.

I see past the facade

people seem to show

and see them for them,

letting others know.

I've learned from the

future, present, and past.

I'll show you the worthwile

and those who won't last.

The outlook is different of

people who don't hear me.

They're okay with dreams

and need not see clearly.

People who listen close

to the "wise" words spoken

leave me looking glum.

Once fine, now broken.

Maybe I was wrong.

I am the Grim Reaper.

When others look shallow,

I search for the deeper.

But do I shed light?

Or take light away.

When one sees reality

hope is the prince to pay.

People need imagination

to help them get along.

I come and take it away

then life is one sad song.

I try to bring knowledge,

but take away their soul.

People once loved all, now

their heart's an empty hole.

So watch out for me

as I travel around this earth.

Dragging souls once hopeful

now lost when hope's a dearth...

Alone.