What if your life was like hell?
Abusive parents and rags for clothes.
A silent voice with nothing to say, going like that from day to day.

Then it was your birthday...your parents didn't care, they threw you into your room and locked the door.
You Curled into a ball while whaling on the floor.
You start hearing knocks.

Then goes the locks, they turn and open.
On the other side may be your pride, but also your regret.

A small black box named Death as a Gift, you bent over and took a whiff.
It smelled of the dead and funk, dirty nasty foul smelling junk.

Would you accept Death as a Gift?