Death is like the color black,
Black like the darkest night without any light
Death is like the feeling of fear, Fear like as you watch your family suffers, dying a painful death, right before your own eyes
Death is like the cold, Cold like the wind that blows down your neck giving you goose bumps and you know it’s the wind of death
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death is like the poem that ends you know it's all over, thanks, I invite you to read my poems and comment.
woah this is kinda dark but i like it please write more! !