as I stand here in this ******** up world day by day I taunt the reaper asking and hoping he will end it all with one touch but it seem more as if hes taunting me because with all the a guns and things there are that take life none of them have ever met me. I sleep each night with a dream of death only to wake and see that I'm still here. so well I'm thinking I played him mr.grim laughs and knows that he played me as I walk forward to punch him for laughing who will truely get played him for a brused pride or me for hitting him and feeling his cold touch of death???? stare its suiside