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 ©Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.