Four Dollar Death
Down in the dark of this dungeon
your shadow hangs over me
whispering to me sweet juices
the temptation of the pomegranate
A corpse stands before me
strange words assault me
unknown spirits fly around me
as the wind blows my hair
The stairs invite me to climb
into the sustenance of the light
but a four dollar death mocks me
multiplied by five
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Damn! That's a hardcore and
Damn! That's a hardcore and scary piece. I liked the title, too. But isn't death free? Maybe it won't be in the future thanks to corporitism. But anyway, haunting piece with great imagery. Peace, NSF