Gator Boots

 It's me who bleeds as I can not see.
The blood just covers me.
This world twists and swirls.
I swear to god it makes me hurl.

Why cant you let me be?
Don't you see I'm not the Tree you planted as the seed.
So cut me down and let me dry out.
I'm not ment for the world to hear my shout.


I lay in my bed waiting to be dead.
I have a plan to Reign hell.
Only as I first leave this shell.
This is the beginning to my story.

The comets strike, they fall perfectly
as they know the moments right.
The fire trail they leave behind
Scorches the earth and wont ever leave my mind.