We the ReapersWe see you,
We the everlasting.
We the timeless.
We the wasted.
We feel you close,
But you can't see us.
You can't hear us.
You don't know we exist.
We watch and wait.
We wait for your life to end.
We wait for time to run out.
We wait for the lens to lift.
You fear us,
But you can't feel us.
You don't see the shadow.
You don't hear the screams.
We are there eternally,
Each assigned to one.
You do not know us,
But us? We know you.
We know the coffee you drink,
We know the diary you write in.
We know the breakup you went through.
We know it all.
Does that scare you?
To know we watch?
Does it frighten you to think
We could be looming over your shoulder even now?
But when you die, you'll see us.
We will welcome you with open arms.
You will cry and mourn yourself,
But in the end they all come.
We see you,
We the everlasting,
We the timeless.
We the Reapers.
CompleteI've never been dumped.
Maybe it's because I never took a chance on someone.
Maybe it's because no one ever took a chance on me.
Maybe it's because I'm afraid of commitment.
That's what other people say when I tell them.
The truth is, I don't need someone.
I don't feel incomplete, and even if I did,
I'm compulsive, I'd want to just complete myself.
When I wonder what my purpose is,
It never dawns on me that it could be to serve another.
If I cannot be satisfied with myself on my own,
Who will ever be satisfied with me?
To me it's like looking in a mirror only to ask what I look like.
Does my own body, do my own eyes deceive me?
Perhaps they do, and I've never noticed.
But why, then, should I need a romantic interest to tell me so?
Is it not so simple for just a friend to tell me?
Can not a boy or a girl I barely know tell me?
Do I need someone who completes me when I was never incomplete?
Perhaps someday I'll have that special someone and I'll forget this.
Perhaps that day I will find
Rant"I'm literally damned if I do and literally damned if I don't! I'm metaphorically damned if I do, and metaphorically damned if I don't! So why am I doing this, huh? Ask yourself that right now. Why the hell would I help any of you?!? You hate me, don't you? You curse me and, I imagine you'd throw holy water on me if it wouldn't burn your own skin. That's right, I said it. You are almost more impure than I am, and I'm a demon for goodness sake! I kill people with my mind, but at least I literally kill them. You? You're so much worse than I am! You push someone down to the point that they don't want to live anymore! I don't make people commit suicide or lose their minds and kill their families. I kill THEM. I hate myself for it, but I do. And I admit that. But you tromp around parading on your high horse, not even realizing that the reason the ground seems bumpy is because you tread on those you find unimportant or weak." Tears rose in my eyes and I wiped them away. "I can't control my p