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
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