Author: Jillian


Its four black sharp spikes will always protect
Against the harsh abrupt life that comes quick
People say its life is not correct
But this innocent life was sadly picked

It’s motherly features do not scare me
It just Sits under the rushing water
We have been taught patience is key
How is patience key if we all get slaughtered

We pay a fee which we all suffer from
I guess that happens when our time is up
Later on our hearts will go numb
That’s when we know our time is burned up

Our light is slowly leaving this world
Now it’s time to go to the underworld

Some rush to come
Some don’t want to come
Some are forced

Chosen by a hand of higher power
Grabbed and molested and killed
The weaker one succumbs to the taker