The Storyteller

Broken, damaged

there's no denying,

though the voices inside

say they're lying.

I'm no messager.

I know thats true.

God has chosen me though,

so I do what I must do.

The sanity

is leaving.

So is all humanity.

I'll be okay without them

for soon I'll be with other demonds

or angels I can only hope.

Till then I shall teach,

but I'm running out of tails.

Is this a sign?

That my end

is closing in?

I know it is

I feel it.

Like a shadow growing in the day.

Death can't leave,

it always stays.

Always near.

It knows everyone by name

but aren't I too young,

to play Death's whicked game?

I guess not.

He must be sick

of see me.

This tragidy.

A disgrace

to humans everywhere.