ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ.. (ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴇᴛɪᴄ ʙᴏᴏᴋ)

I am a.. pineapple

I am a pineapple.

I am orange with green and a mellowed tint of yellow.

The murderers say that we taste sweet but sour alike.

Right now I can't tell if im alive.

This dreadful feeling on my gut, it burns into my mind.

Wondering if I'll be spicy, hot as some call it.

The murderer grabbed the knife.

The cold sensation of the iron on my skin, wondering if it will succeed to go in..

At my final moments I thought, maybe ill taste great and laughed.