The Reaper Poem by Jacob Biehl

I'm trembling and screaming,
laid on the earth bleeding,
the salt sucks me dry.

Gripping and grasping,
raw lungs rasping,
I want to know why!

I turn a pallor white,
fear grips me tight,
there's no hope in sight.

My guts trying to get out,
my body losing the bout,
why won't I perish?

Was it really worth it,
when my life is forfeit?
The life I cherished.

I'm growing ever weaker,
in darkness, sinking deeper,
hel's frozen bite.

A visage so grim,
I can't help but grin,
I see the reaper.

I let out a long sigh,
the end is nigh...
but he turns to walk away.