Touch of Death
At the doorstep, someone is beckoning me.
Am being pulled into a deep void
pitch dark with an eerie aura
plagued by darkness I stumble forward.
oh where are you my friend time?
your absence drives me mad.
the mere thought of life seems like an elixir.
Am parched like a barren desert,
running running running without any direction
overflowing with tears amidst the barren desert.
I wail as ghouls goad me
my whole body numb.
I crouch and quiver in
in thoughts of my evil memories.
suddenly I feel the sun glaring on my face
to wake up in the hands of my neighbor
I hug him like its the end of the world
joy I never knew gushed out
in leaps and bounds.
Ah silly me electrocuted by the doorbell,
yet happy to cheat death
for even a single day on earth.
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