You are a petrifying path to devastating death

lost like a pin in a hay stack.

You are the smell of an orange rotting ruthlessly

like a lily on the water.

You are a toad hopping across the water

like cats courteously jumping across fences.

You are the sound of deadly drums beating

like heart beats humping.

You are the memory of the first day in hell

like school detentions all day.

You are the distance between

thunder growling and sunshine shining.

You are in our heads

like lighting hitting heads.

You are death.