The Reaped Ripper

I asked him who he was and he told me,

“It is I who walks with you in the light

It is I whom you seek by the dawn of night

I am your shadow, your greatest friend and enemy.”

He said he was hungry.

He wanted to eat but I didn’t know what to feed him.

Must he be the pitch in the black that dares to engulf my dream?

Must he be the underline that opposes the thought of positivity?

“I need not your dreams nor your happy thoughts,

I need not your soul for it is to white for my taste,

I need not your death for I am in no haste.

I need your heart, beating and pumping, but slowly, it rots.”

I told him you can’t for it is too good to be his

But he put up a fight and stabbed my chest with his ghastly claws

He ripped my heart out and showed it to me as it was beating raw.

And inside was a snake dark and heavy, biting with a hiss.

“You are too good, but too dark as well,

Thus you deserve no heart for you are a void

I will hide till it is found that love may no longer avoid

But for now, you’re condemned in earth, to live a hell.”