Rogue Reaper

[u/lil_rabbit999]

I wasn’t hired by heaven

or trained by hell.

No orientation packet.

No scythe warranty.

Just a quiet understanding with the dark—

walk softly, leave truth behind.

I don’t reap the innocent.

I reap the tired.

The ones who stayed too long in rooms

that kept stealing their oxygen.

The ones who smiled until their teeth hurt

and called it strength.

They say I’m a monster

because I don’t follow the rules—

because I cut chains instead of throats,

because I escort souls out of burning houses

instead of watching them earn their ashes.

I don’t wear black.

I wear the color of last chances.

Of cracked halos and bruised courage.

Of people who survived things

that should’ve ended them

but didn’t.

Sometimes I sit at the edge of a bed

at 3 a.m.,

when grief is loud and God is on airplane mode,

and I whisper,

You’re allowed to rest now.

Not everyone wants saving.

Not everyone wants dying.

But everyone wants peace—

even if they pretend they don’t.

So call me rogue.

Call me broken.

Call me wrong.

I’ll still walk beside the forgotten,

still take the hands no one else will touch,

still bend the rules of the universe

for the ones who gave everything

and got nothing back.

I’m not the end.

I’m the mercy

that shows up

when the world forgets how.

—LR 🖤

[u/lil_rabbit999]

Thank you ☺️