Death Invites Himself In
Death invites Himself in
And makes himself at Home-
He sits Beside my bed-
As my thoughts Start to roam.
I wander through the halls
With him At my side-
And he shows Me everything-
Everything I hide.
Everything I deny-
All of my Fears-
Everything inside-
Even my unshed Tears.
My unstained Pillow-
My Unused bed-
He shows me them All
Here in my Head.
We return to my room
But stand At the door-
And he gives me this look
Like he can Show me no more.
From my Door looking in
I notice the time-
Only To hear the last
Of the Midnight chimes.
Author notes
"I've got a jar of dirt"
Anything to do with death
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nice write make sure you put your option in your authors notes though
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