the sweet smell of death

the sharp sweet smell chills me to the bone i can feel it watching me peering over me biding its time waiting for the sand to run dry is it cold? i dont feel cold just shivers crawling down my spine like the touch of a hand trickling slowly like the sand its loud! all around me noise so loud fluttering silently pulsating slowly, my heart slowly beating like the sand its dark, blackness glistening flowing robes swirl round me arm raised as scythe passes through the sharp sweet smell i know it now its death come claim me slowly the sand runs dry