3. Ode to that Potato Man

Sometimes I wish you were all like me
Mister man made of potato
An interchangeable expression to match
The mood which I want to project
A set of eyes, a smirk or hat
A mustache or a big red nose
A compartment neatly tucked away
Where all the unused pieces go
No matter the mood or thoughts inside
A different face behind I can hide
Of me you think you knew
But I will tell you this
You don't,
You know who I let you do
So be more like me and hide the truth
Put on that grin and the eyes so bright
And hide the truth with all your might

2. He Comes for Me

He stood there glaring at me
Burning a hole into my lonely soul
And in this very moment I could not move
His eyes gazed deep within my frozen stare
Instantly I was held captive, unmoving
My heart raced and tried to retreat deep within
For it knew what was coming
I knew this as well
His hooded cloak tattered and torn
From years of wear and tear
I was on his list at the very top
I was to be next, very next
His pale, withered hand drew closer to mine
The thump thump thump grew slower, quieter
The air around me grew colder, more still
And as the world began to blur
And the lights began to dim
I simply just let go, falling down below

1. Snow Fall

The cold settles in
The snow ever falling down
Blinded by the blur