Tic tock tic tock
Death came at nine o’clock
Face paled eyes wide
and only white
watching from the outside
as drop after drop of rain came
looking around she saw it wasn’t rain but instead her own dead salty tears
screaming for help but no one could hear due
to her state of fear
calming down she watch as the body was disposed of
as she waited for someone else to help her
No one came and every day there was more and more weight on her shoulders
Just pulling her down until her spirit felt as if it was drowning with her own dead body
The light never came at the end of her tunnel until
Finally her body resurfaced and a strange man found her body
Releasing her spirit and sending her to the gates of hell
