Untill Death Comes Back
By CloudRaven
I pound on the door of death and wait for a reply. I hear footsteps behind me. I pound again and again, as the blood pours out of my veins. I look toward death with hopes of leaving this hell of a life. I pound again and again, as I hear faint voices. My strength leaves my body; I'm too weak to know anymore. The voices become louder; I can hear the doctor screaming. The door starts to vanish; I try to call to it, but my voice is too faint. The door disappears as life rushes back into my veins. I try to cry, but the tears are unable to fall. I knocked on Death's door and nobody answered. Now I'm left here in life to live some more. A victim of fates cruel joke. I tried to die and can't, while the rest of the world, fights to live and fails. I laugh out loud at the joke and make a pact, I'll keep on knocking untill death comes backre-write...thanks Autotomy for your help Written April 1st, 2002 © on Apr 03 2002 07:02 AM PST 0 • 1
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"I pound on the door of death and wait for a reply...."