Death

Rotting bones in the ground,
From those who have died,
and passed away.
The smell of blood
and people dying every minute.
As he walks through the streets.
With the look of emptiness,
he watches you.
He stands there,
as the blood trickles down your skin.
And does nothing as you take your last breath,
and speak your last word.
Then you drop,
and hit the ground.
Dead.
Forever.