The Collection

Wouldn’t it be nice to have a Collection?
A collection of souls you can never let go.
Walk down the hall peer in the doors look threw the glass.
The light it swirls and the color it turns.
All tell a story and all have a past.

The Room to your right is one of my least favorites you see,
Because his life was full of mystery.
Two wives’ who didn’t know and 6 kids to be exact.
Now left without a father from a mistress bullet to the back.

Peek in the glass and you will see this woman of fantasy.
Swords are drawn and arrows shot, her armor is heavy her breath is hot.
Beauty graces her but her bite it stings.
So beware of gorgeous roses and bloody streams.

Just a glimpse you might catch a fast look as this beastly creature.
In the day he walks and in the night he howls.
Full moons might be considered his own worst enemy.
Lose all control when faith his lost, when his jaws clamp down you are dust.

See that cracked door there with bright lights, that’s the doctor who says
He can make everything alright. Excellences to no imagination his brain is packed with knowledge,
But one miss commutation and a customer was lost. You see this man never forgave him self
And for this he inflected upon him self termination.

Oh look here how slim she is almost as thin as this glass.
Her life under spot light and clicking picture sounds,
This model become forgotten when she gained a few pounds.
With much consideration she went to far and not eating turned
Into self annihilation.

Just down the hall you can turn and see this man of authority.
His badge he used to ware with dignity and influence.
When salary went low he had no place to go.
Sneaky and cricked he became to supply his family.
Now closed behind bars from being caught in the act, he has no regrets.

This door to your right, it looks empty don’t it?
Well your right, this is my favorite room.
Because it is preserved just for you!
So you let individuals believe your perfect well I know better,
I catch all your history and keep it in manuscripts.

Now it’s your time to be added to my collection.
I am the death dealer, the reaper of souls,
You thought I wouldn’t come guess you where wrong.
Now close your eyes and make a wish, it will happen so sudden,
And remember life was a gift.