I hear it at the front door
I hear him knocking
I know he wants to come in
my old friend mister Death

Has he just stopped knocking
just to give me a false sense of security
I must listen hard and hold my breath
when dealing with mister Death

I know he wants me rather bad
I think I hear him now in the back yard
oh no no mister Death I will not let you in
for if I do, it will be my sweetest of ends


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

By NeonSolaris

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