Death

there is a dark shadow creeping on the floor

there is a loud, quick knock on the door

now you know you are not where you were before

you were here long ago, but you don't know what for

and you try so hard to understand

you look for someone to lend you a hand

but everyone you know is in a far away land

you realize this isn't how you had your life planned

there is a loud thud upon the wall

your skin is now starting to crawl

the room is starting to get small

you ready yourself for what is about to befall

a thunderstorm is roaring outside

you know that you are trapped inside

you know that there is no place to hide

you kneel down and swallow your pride

whoever it is, is waiting outside for you

you have no one to tell you what to do

you look around, wanting to know if all this is true

looking for anything, a cue, a hint, a clue

what do you do, when Death comes knocking

when you know there is no place It won't come looking

It will take you, no matter the state you are in

your body torn apart, your soul plucked in

the bell tolls, the prayer calls, the gong is pound

for you, they will dug a grave, to lower you into the ground

they will stand by your tomb, their false grief abound

they will stay till bells sound, then leave you to rot in the ground

the door squeaks, silence falls, and walks in the Reaper

The Angel, Azrael, Anubis, Yama, death's own harbinger

Thanatos, Kisin, by any name, but your chauffeur

to take you to the beyond, to what ever comes after

It looks into your eyes, It smiles a wrecked smile

Its eyes deep and dead, Its lips ever so vile

It stands there looking at you, does nothing for a while

then takes you a thousand miles hauling through the aisle

you try to wake yourself from this nightmare

for all this is too much for you to bear

you think you're going crazy, leaving your sanity bare

leaving yourself, going away, you don't know where

there is a red dark alley along the highway

the sky is gone, and in its place all gray

the seas are boiling and this world decay

and you have your whole life to pay

and you are trying so hard to understand

you hang by a thread, your life at the strand

you fall into a pain you can hardly withstand

your voice is strained, your life's been panned

by a fire in the woods, you bled

you lay there, where you were led

it was your last place, a death bed

and in a matter of minutes you were dead