some edited pages from my scrap sketchbook

[TW] depictions of blood in the last two images

the children prayed

the teacher preached

time and mercy is out of your reach

i'll fix your feet til you can't walk

i'll lock your jaw til you can't talk

i'll close your eyes so you can't see

this very hour, come and go with me

i am death, i come to take the soul

leave the body and leave it cold

to draw the flesh off of the frame

dirt and worm both have a claim

o, death

o,death

won't you spare me over til another year?