Let Me Be the Reaper

Let me be the reaper
and I'll create my own demise.
Through my eyes,
the world turns in such a direction
that causes us to fall, off balance.
We lay
under a blanket of stars
and wonder which we can call our
own. And at home
we're still hiding behind doors
with secrets brimming at our eyes.
The music screams of decrepid lies
and truths we deem
as too much to take.
And when we wake
the same songs ring in the back of
our ears. All we hear
is the shouting and fighting.
It's what we remember.
And come this December,
the winter will hit me. Like always
I'll promise
to renew myself to you.
But you'll frown upon the new year
at all the things you know I'll do.
Right now I think I'll just be
the reaper,
if that's okay in your eyes.
Let me bend, and break,
create, and wake
to build my own
demise.