CreationsByGabrielle

am i someone...or something? walking through the inbetween which lies somewhere i do not know with life in front of me and death at my behind everything i touch seems to wither when did i ever become this this...this creature i am not evil i am not good i just do my job assigned by the voice in my head haunted and damned i take but do not give i am hated but show no hate i am known but forgotten life is nothing but a dream to me and something tangible i can snatch in an instant if its not your time its the person next to you so you better reach out an touch their hand before i do... the grim reaper doesnt knock on anyones

see me with your gorgeous eyes i hope i do not disappoint you hear me with your soft ears i hope my voice doesnt peirce you taste me with your tender lips i hope i do not displease you touch me with your gentle hands i hope i do not scratch you smell me with your little nose i hope i do not offend you but if you lack one of the above how will i ever please you fully?

the moth doesnt know that the light has been turned on as he glides away