life stealer

In the darkness, in the deep violent folds of night, she hears the whispers: low sounds that speak to her of her many crimes, her many sins. As the voices overlap, as the pitch and wines rise, so does the temperature in the glass coffin in which she is trapped. Trapped with out knowing who has taken her, only knowing what she has done. Time catches up to those who least expect it, it quickens with the passe of her heart. She felt it coming then and she feels it coming now. It is close, it is near. Feeling the darkness form with inside her entrapment. A dark figure looming over her life, haunting her till the end of life. The clock ticking, running out of time, out of air, out of life. Soon something will happen that no one can turn back, not even god.1

How can some one break such a heart, such a life, such a person. But is it wrong to take something away hat shouldn't have been in the first place, is it wrong to do one's work that they cant do them self's, is it wrong to follow a promise someone made to a loved one. People cant confuse life and death by heaven and hell, it don't matter how your life ends if there isn't a place for you to go after death. In its self life is a prison, trapped in a place full of poverty, illness and death. The cloak of darkness is coming round, soon it will cover them and make them nothing. Then soon all pain will be over, soon they'll feel nothing, have no worrier in the world.2

The clock is almost striking time, her breath is coming in fast, her own whispers are now being mixed with those she can hear. She can feel the pain already and nothing has happened yet, her eyes are fixated up, she can see the stars watching down at her and the actions. The air inside is getting hot, the glass fogging. keep breathing like that and her time will be up a lot quicker than she thought. Hands twined together, like a magnetic force her hands can not part. They sweat and get hot, they are sore from the twisting and pulling. Effort making her tired, feet feel the same ankles just as bad.  3

Now the earth is falling down, dusting her body, covering her slowly, it glints in the moonlight. More earth falls, the layer getting thicker and thicker. Making her skin feel a warm damp, it feels soft against her skin but the layer gets heavy now. It pushing down on the service of her. The stars still watch her and she too still watches the stars, for another 20 in time they watch it other till the earth is as heavy as it gets on her body, now the dirt sprinkles over the clear cover. Obscuring the sight of the dark blue sky, panic forms like a blister, fast and painful, the intakes of the little air left burns. body held down by the natural environment.4

Engulfed by big blanket folds of the earth, the smell seeping threw cracks feeling her nose, dirt dusting down onto clammy skin making it stick, damp earth soaking threw what covers her. Time is almost up now, only another 20 in time till that one is forgotten by the sky. No one will notice the newly dug grave that sits out in the loneliness of land, not a human or creature. The only one that will know and remember is me. Ill remember the tortured look on her face, the way her hands clawed for some hope of living, how her mouth begged for free-dome. But those who ruin the innocents and pureness of this world must be judged and sentenced.  Now its almost over, time to pack and move on, our next little adventure is close.