| THE TASTE OF DEATH |
| The taste of death Is getting stronger. I do not think I can hold on much longer. The hole to my death Is getting deeper. In front of me I see the Reaper. Death came for me. It was my time. My suicide It was my crime. Each breath I take Is getting weaker. I am My own keeper. The smell of death Has gotten stronger. There is no need for me To hold on any longer. |