Death tastes like..

Let me tell you how death tastes darling 
Like the ashes of a burning Apple tree
Crumbling embers of a forgotten future 
Left to the wind
Swept into your mouth by the sweet summer breeze 
The rotting core of the Apple lodged in your throat to stop the screams
Its seeds taking hold in your lungs 
Sprouting twisted gnarly roots of smoke and soot 
Constricting your air flow
The sweet taste of summer dies on your lips
As the smoke and ash climb your throat and reach your brain 
Restricting oxygen, pushing in on all sides 
Clouding your vision with tears from the searing pain of the burning Apple tree growing inside of you
Death is not sweet my dear remember this
Death tastes like decaying from the inside 
The outside is inviting
But the inside is rotten
Take this Apple from my tree
Take a bite 
And you will see
Death never tastes like sweet victory