the loss of death

Death is the color of black fallowing you where ever you go



Death is as hot as fire and ash



Death is as cold as your failing heart



Death sounds like screams of the torched



Death tastes as sweat as a plum that have been browsed and battered



Death smells like routing bodies in the ground



Death looks like a wilting flower



Death feels as sudden as a blink of your eyes



Death makes me feel as frightened as a toddler without his mother