What is death?
Death is sticky, slimy and nasty.
It's like plunging into icy, cold water.
It feels like a constant chest pain.
It's like a black curtain that covers you,
suffocates you, brings you down.
You gasp for air,
It smells like the garbage you forgot to take out,
Two months ago.
It sounds like nails scratching down a blackboard.
It looks like a dark forest with winding paths
that you can't escape.
That is death.
