❯ Taste of Death – Death ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

Dark scary night
Sharp shinny knives
Stab and slash
In and out of your body
Slowly, painfully
You die, your lose of blood
Your eyes roll back
Your last breath squeezed from your chest
Your blood still gushes from you dead
Body.
You lay dead in a pool of your own blood
Cold limp
Your last memories of pain, Is what
You’ll meet your maker with.