Nov 2020
Death is hearing whispers,
Saying words,
That only insecurity speaks;
From friends.
Death is seeing,
The eyes of a man,
Who just wants to take;
Steal you.
Death is tasting hate;
That coppery tang.
When you're surrounded,
By those previously trusted.
Death is feeling the blood,
Outside of your veins.
Just to ease,
The blooming pressure.
The stench. That stench.
It burns my nose.
The stench of death.
We will all know.
Death is not close,
Until Death isn't far.
Saying words,
That only insecurity speaks;
From friends.
Death is seeing,
The eyes of a man,
Who just wants to take;
Steal you.
Death is tasting hate;
That coppery tang.
When you're surrounded,
By those previously trusted.
Death is feeling the blood,
Outside of your veins.
Just to ease,
The blooming pressure.
The stench. That stench.
It burns my nose.
The stench of death.
We will all know.
Death is not close,
Until Death isn't far.
I'm a beginner. Criticism is appreciated!
My friend asked me to join her writing group and I've gone for the past few weeks and I decided to try their angel of death prompt. I decided that the angel of death is all around us and she comes in different senses.
My friend asked me to join her writing group and I've gone for the past few weeks and I decided to try their angel of death prompt. I decided that the angel of death is all around us and she comes in different senses.
