(Well this is an poem I had to do for school a while ago, and it was lurking on my computer so I decided to post it. I don't expect any reviews but if someone does review I want to know what they think of the 'sounds like' part. Thanks)
Death
Death is a pure ebony hue that touches the corners of your soul
It tastes like five day old rotten flesh pulled from the bone by the most barbaric cannibal
It sounds like a violin's lamenting serenade
It smells like blood; a life source forever lost on a battlefield
Death is a reaper black and heartless whose only purpose is to take his dues from the mortal world.
When I think of death I feel I should appreciate my small life amongst many