Staring Death right in the face.

My description of what death would appear like to the human eye.

He holds a rusted blade drenched in dried up blood, with chunks of flesh chapped on the rim, the figure's appearance; is becoming clearer now. He holds another weapon in his left hand; a decorated whittled cane, a curved blade rests on top with a smaller knife below it. Along the spiral of the stick is wrapped in a darkened rose with deadly thorns devouring the weaponary. The cloak he wears is what appears to be human flesh absorbed with blood and tearstains; stitched together with the sharpened teeth of a shark piercing through the flesh-cloak. The hands that reach out of the sleeves appear to be like talons; grasping onto both forms of weapons, holding the rims so tight that the uncut claws are digging into his own rotting flesh; which crawls with the mites that feed on his remaining skin. Turning his head over towards you; the face has no skin; just tainted from blood on the bone; No eyeballs in the socket; yet he is crying, his tongue ripped out; yet he speaks a thousand words. Staring death right in the face; is just one of those reminders telling you what pain really feels like; before you go.

Wow, a very good descriptive piece, the final part sent a chill down my spine. The only criticism would be the repetition of "appear to be" in the quote below, but that's just me being picky :P other than that, brilliant, kudos

wow, extremely descriptive. very good.