Deader Than a Dead Thing
Death is tapping at the door
My blood is pooling on the floor
Pooling, puddling, soaking, staining
Blood is on the floor
Death is knocking, knocking, knocking
Let me in he says, mocking
My blood is dripping on the floor
And Death is knocking on the door
The ravens gather at the window
Death is waiting, they slyly crow
As my blood is seeping away
Seeping sticky, damp, icky
My blood is seeping away
Death is opening the door
I hear his footsteps on the floor
Someone says something, it echoes away
But all I hear is Death calling
Calling quickly, I am falling
Light and life fade to gray
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