The Taste Of Death

The taste of my death the taste of blood…
Blood Spills Out of Me
The Cut I made Myself
I Taste it
But it is not enough

It Must be deeper
So I Make It As I will
I Make It Deeper

It Trickles Faster and Faster
It Does not stop

I taste it as it falls
The taste of me
The taste of Death
The Final Taste

By Jason Field
Published: 8/4/2007		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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