The God of Death: the Final Reaper

You compose my sadness with cruelty, I outline your death with sadness The brighter the sun, the darker the darkness... I am just a lonely soul wandering in the dark looking for light. The soul is peeling off piece by piece until it withers away. At this time, what kind of language can be used to express it. Drop blood into a cup, add sugar, stir, drink, and I will become a better person. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.