Reaper awaits

Knocking at our door,

The grim reaper wept.

There were too many souls,

Crumbling.

Forgetting how to grow old.

Our roof has begun to shamble,

Shattering and splintering,

We fall beneath the rubble,

Reaching an inevitable level.

Continuous haze filtered our view,

Customizable blue light drenched our weary eyes

How can we forget,

The hollowness that struck our community.

Day after day the reaper still knocks,

We are sheltering ourselves inside,

Every nook and cranny filled

With our shuttering bodies, he calls to you.