Death

Tongue tied with all the lies as the tasteless words choke the air from dried lungs, sunken chest left with the mist of a last breath of truth the gift.

Arms and legs pulled in with the lack of blood flow through out, pinched nerves pound for the sound of life taken back lost track kicking faded leaves catching chills with no sleeves.

Eyes opened to this place of silent empty prayers flooded by white clouded layers, pushing through the clouds reaching out to the gate, fingers moisten bent back pulling , pulling you to the deep, followed by blackness forever to keep.

Burning and peeling now the skin begins, while being pulled down by many hands, down, down, down.