The chain was sticking out like a baby chick hatching from it’s shell.
A blade was sticking on like it’s life depended on it hoping it will not fall.
His blades were reflecting in the yellow hot gassy sun beaming down to earth .
Corpse was lying about covered in blood lifeless in the beaming sun.
Yellow sun mask dangling with is crooked marshmallow teeth with strawberry juice coming out.
Dark brown pupils widening a feeling of blizzard pain pain.
Hard rusty metal shoes decaying due to long use.
White hands reaching out to escape the endless pain with a blade inside
Heart rate was not beating and the last breath made.
Joining all the corpse and never around again.
I want to paint the end of the poem