Mother Earth

Don’t let go mother earth

Mother earth is letting go of me,

Scared and falling fast,

I hit a clear pane of glass,

My eyes filled with tears as the broken glass digs into my flesh,

As crimson blood flows from my wounds,

A sea of salt washes over me,

As the sea rises my skin starts to bubble and boil,

My eyes fall out and my breathing is slow,

I’m alive but dying,

Slowly I fall to pieces,

Dead forever more

The Puppet

The puppet

The icy chill I feel as I fall strikes me once again,

I’m cold and dying slowly,

I’m dead as I hit the ground,

Or so I think,

My soul is like air,

Floating away fast,

The strings of my heart being pulled as its yanked away,

I am his half alive puppet,

My heart is his strings and my body is the lovely puppet he uses,

Death is my master and I am death’s puppet.

The Void

The void

My time is up death is coming

His cold and bony hands are grasping my ankle slowly,

 Pulling me into the deep,

A vast void of tombstones and empty graves,

 Fog and cold air tickle my neck as I appear in front of him,

 I can’t scream, my mouth is sewn shut,

 My eyes begin to fall,

My breathing stops,

Death has finally broken my hour glass.