Not So Grim

 

So misunderstood,

my intentions are good.

I just want to lead the way.

Give some company on their last day.

So why am I portrayed

as a beast of the night?

All I do is lead people to the light.

Yes, I carry a scythe,

it's symbolic, alright

and you never know

when bushes and thorns may grow

and you need to plough a way through.

 

If I wasn't here

the dead would just amble aimlessly.

Endlessly walking down nameless streets.

They should build a shrine for me,

not a figure of hate to fear or flee.

I guess I am but a skeleton in a hoodie,

but I made these things cool

long before you were a child in school

and I never wore a shell suit,

so, I'm already one up on you.

 

Misrepresented,

I should get a better agent.

My talents are wasted,

I have walked with royalty

and the powerful nobility.

The artists I've guided.

Poor and impoverished,

a path I provided.

The old and the young,

I've listened to stories of lives sung,

as we strolled side by side.

My bony hand on their shoulder

when their final tears are cried.

 

 

 

 

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