The Beauty Of Death Poem by Destiny Osuna

shed hear shouting in another room
she tip toed barefooted on the
dark wooden floor, she pushed the
door open a little, her heart was
beating rapidly. she was then struck
on the back of her head, she fell back
..slowly, a bright red puddle
spearded around her head...like a red
shine around her. she was paralized,
num..she couldnt feel or say anything
a black silky cloth surrounded her
her eyes closed slowly, as if falling into
a deep sleep, she then thought while
her eyes finally closed, how peacful
death is, i feel sorrow and pity for the
people who will never know now...