Slowly Going up a mountain,
In a plain white automobile,
Looking out the window,
The flowers
There colors are so vibrant
Yet, they smell of death
There are vultures
Why are there vultures in such a beautiful place
Because it smells of death
There is a man sitting next to me
Why can this man not talk
Slurring all his words,
Why is he gazing at me
What is going threw his mind
What could he be thinking
We finally make it to the house
Such a beautiful house.
My family is there?
Relatives?
But there all dead?
Whats going on
NO,
NO!
.........................
The flowers are so vibrant
Yet they smell of death
They was warning me
The Vultures Was warning me
No....
No......
There eating me alive
HELP ME! NO..................................................................................................................
The flowers
There color is so vibrant
Yet they smell of death
I have became one of those flowers.....
