Kate Gemma

No one tells you how it happens,

Going to hell and coming back

 

Follow the rules

Can you stay on track?

 

Dirt on your face

A crack in your veil

 

Hollowed out bones,

Splintered and frail

 

One minute you’re fine

No clouds in your way

 

The next you’re nose down

Though you holler and pray

 

So, come back you have 

Escaped with your loot

 

Look down and you’ll see it:

The devils grip on your foot