Death and its Prices

 Ive felt death

Ive held death in my arms

Ive smelled death, and all of its prices

Death is not a thing of low price

A high price is the cost

You loose something

Something that is dear to you

Ive smelled death 

Ive witnessed it

Its a terrible thing to see

When the person you see dies in front of your eyes

It kills you

Knowing that you will never see them again

Your hands tighten into fists as you walk away

As you try to forget what you saw

But, forever and forever

What you saw will haunt you and your nightmares

Nothing will ever be the same,

after you have felt death