Let me show you death
Let me take you on a journey
Come with me up the path
Take my hand if you are scared
Stop now if you want
This image can’t be un-done
Final chance as we approach the barn
I push the door open
There it is hanging
Life less and still with no soul
Something that could have been so much more
Now it has been wasted
An image you will never forget
As you watch it hang, as you see....
A burnt piece of toast
