Death

I hear him coming,
coming for me.
"I hear you Death!
Where might you be?"

I hear him tapping,
tapping at my window.
"I hear you Death!
Almost ready to go."

I hear him knocking,
knocking at my door.
"I hear you Death!
Your footsteps on the floor."

I hear him calling,
calling out to me.
"I hear you Death!
Come on, come get me!"




© 4-11-1997 DeadAngel