While everyone sleeps
I walk down the streets
Like a wandering ghost,
I may seem lost
But that’s just an act.
Underneath the sky that’s blacked
Lives an entity of death;
The arch nemesis of good health.
I’m the reaper of souls.
I carry a list that only unrolls
During the hours of darkness.
I read the names enlisted with an air of calmness.
I don’t pity them for they have sinned,
Fate doesn’t differentiate between the dark and fair skinned.
I creep into their homes but no one spots me;
Lives are taken by me quite easily.
I’m not evil
And though my intent is doubtful,
I assure you I won’t take your life,
Unless you’ve killed someone with a knife.
If committing crimes makes you gush with delight
You’ll find me at your doorstep at midnight.