My heart aches as death smiles,
Eyes full with restless souls,
Swirling eyes looking into my weeping blues;
Looking into my chipped soul,
A crystal ball rested in my shaking hands,
Images danced by in the foggy mist
Mucky tears stain my cheeks and the cloth under my chin,
The crystal ball slips from my shaking hands,
Shattering into a million peices,
Small images flash through the shards,
Death hollered in a angry laugh,
With a low raspy voice and
Breath filled with the stench of rotten flesh,
Speaking in tongue death spoke
‘You’ll never see her again until your final day’,
Then death disappeared within a foggy mist,
I fall to my knees as sobs echoed off the walls,
Glass shards tear into my skin.
