It's safe with your eyes closed,
it isn't real,
it's all make believe,
you breath these words,
similar to a lake breathing out fog.
Clutching you ears shut,
they continue to whisper in raspy voices,
"we know your will, we know your sentence,
we know you're going to dieee..."
It's safe with your eyes closed,
it's safe not to listen.
I don't believe in make believe,
I can't believe in what is false.
Gray eyes return to dim walls,
and feet find their surface,
careful steps to the door,
hot handle blisters your mitt.
"..you're going to dieee"
thoughts rush through, memories of the past flicker in and out,
orange beasts with blue stomachs swallow the door,
your left facing the fire.
Gray eyes widen,
clothes resist to endure the heat,
the smoothness of your skin ripples,
painful licks of fire molest.
A body lye without energy,
the first story,
"we know your sentence"
a body convulses once more,
it's safe with your eyes closed,
"we know,
your going to die"
