Death

Waiting for Death But He never comes Though I know He's visiting someone. He once knocked at my door But I wasn't home Yet, when He left He wasn't alone. Instead He visited My lover my friend Then He tried To Visit again. But again I was gone So, He went next door And visited grandma Then came back once more. Rearing His head With anger and hate Missing me again But, again sealed my fate. For it was Mom Who answered that door So He took her To even the score. So, Now here I sit And wait for that knock The one I've heard But never got. I know He's out there Visiting someone And I am still waiting To be the next one.