Death knocks at this door.
My door.
As fire overtakes me
And snatches
My existence
I tremble in pain
And wonder.
My every breath reminds me
Of the fire in my soul.
A fire thriving
From lies and deceit.
I nother not to stomp it out
Ot rest
Nestled up in coulds.
Instead I wait patiently
Breathing fire
While my insides churn
With uneasiness.
For I walk towards this door
Curious at what he looks like.
Inching closer
In a trance
Then dizzineess
Gives me no choice
But to stumble towards
Where he knocks.

My Door