The soul reaper

 His empty eye sockets look into my extinguished soul.

 Judging me on my past sins.

 In a mesmerizing nightmare I take the skeletons fleshless claw into my bright, pink, warm, hand.

 Seconds after the tainted touch an icy cold travels in my blood turning me slowly into a pale white shadow.

 He leads me down the crimson river of blood in a simple wooden boat The vessel of death disappears and so does the essence of my life.