Death At Your Doorstep

Finger print and claws on your wall The door is near but in minds its far Your voice won't let out that call Telephone ring thinking its a stall Darkness dull the night with bloody moon With no more space in your room It's that feeling of being doom You feel like your time is soon Regrets and flashback fills your mind Thinking back to the good old time Where everything was going fine You didn't had to worry about a dine Your life was in all direction like vine Now it pains you to walk that straight line