steelwidow

If I were the earth I’d purge you from my crusty under belly & wipe myself clean with my dish-rag of the universe!

I’m tired – yet I keep walking to my death even closer, everyday & there’s not enough time to play.

If money is God then what is the color of the universe?

The deep seeded microscopic things eat away at me

The light is now fading to black – my eyelids are coming unattached

The dark is where I wait and lay. All around me is dirt and clay.

These are memories that I can not change.. Would I want to? They are who I now am and from what I am made.

Thinking about his power and might, brought me to a point in ecstasy’s height

Imagining a bitter sweet payback or more, this offender with no clue for what I have in store

One by one he was picking them off. Standing them up against the wall, pinning them up so they didn’t fall

Evil surrounds us in the depths of the night but only for a moment.
Evil seeping from its soul, it caresses my breast.

Ye place is prepared in the middle of the dead…

I see death stanting on my front porch.
Its name is the Reaper, it starts to move forth…