The Reaping

i lay in the abyss of the vast ocean
all alone, fighting my own desires
i have lost my soul to the devil
living to kill, killing to live
death does not mean anything to me
with my blooddrunk scythe
i light my own path
adding more weights to my sins
i can feel the darkness taking over me
but that does not stop me
i keep killing, adding more numbers to my name
it feels good, the urge to drink their blood grows stronger
they beg, plead, yet i slaughter them, steal their souls
men have tried and failed
death conquers all and i am death...........