Death Came Knocking

Cold Sweet on my face
Is how I woke again
The fear of the truth
I release threw my pen

He visits my life
When I am sleeping
The man in all black
You cannot hear creeping

He walks down a hall
So deathly achromatic
Black cape and clothes
Fatally apathetic

He speaks of my past
Both the good and the bad
Memories forgotten
And overwhelming sad

He speaks as a friend
Though the reaper he may be
Calming and Rational
Even relaxing to a degree

He shows me hope
What the future can hold
A log cabin with fireplace
My desires unfold

In the blink of an eye
The screen is again black
The mood now changes
I'm me on my back

I lay on my bed
Shivering with fear
An ominous sensation
Overwhelmingly near

I reach for my gun
I keep in the drawer
Put it to my head
And prepare for gore

The darkness filters in
Strangely I'm alive
He tells me this time
I will survive

He speaks of the choice
That I have to attain
Log cabin with peace
Or a bullet in the brain

Strangely how real
This dream can be
The choice is mine
But what will it be?

-Based on a recurring dream-