He Knocked At My Door.

Why did my time seem so short?
Death came to me,
He knocked at my door.

He begged me to go with him,
But I would not come.
I love my life.
It can't already be done.

I glance over,
At my clock,
I squint my eyes,
The hands do shock.

Small hand on the 12
Big hand on the 5,
How can it be,
That I'm still alive?

Death beckons once more,
Standing at my door.
So I get out of bed,
And put my feet on the floor.

I follow him now,
Into this black abyss.
I have no regrets,
And will not be missed.