The reaper's robes were thrown upon me O' I wore the reaper's robes A sickle to cut our consciousness from us Life and death adorn its blade The snath a crutch to prop us up A pillar to brace the crushing weight of our final mortal transition I am sorry your end was so violent I am sorry for the form in which it came I was there but I wasn't there for you You were scared and couldn't hear my voice There was so much fear in your eyes Sensing what was to come Your bones like broken glass As I held you in my arms I felt the life leave your skin I watched the light leave your eyes Shortly after your last breath Tears rain from my empty eyes They crash upon your vacant form