Death came at my door this morning,
It was bland and cold and awoke my tears with its raspy voice.
I started caving in, my eyes shutting blindly from the light.
Death wasn't dark. It was godly looking and bright.  

It came from the shadows like a star,
Hiding with the constellations that drew my lips in endless heights.
I never imagined death could look so cruel;
becoming the one thing I loved the most.

Death stopped in front of me and I watched my life wear out,
pain tugging at the seams like claws from Freddie Krueger's gloves.
It was a nightmare yet it was dressed in eloquence.
For a second peering into its eyes, I thought it was life.

It pulled out its hand, falling in love with the fear in my eyes.
I fell to my knees and began to cry.
It was so bright I could no longer see,
but I did what I always do and left my lover to bleed.