Deaths Door
As I enter her room,
it is cold, dark and full of gloom
The scent of Death preceeds me
As I near her bed,
I look upon her silence in dread
The sound of Death is here and a head
As I speak,
all I can say is I love you
The rattle of Death comes through
As her eyes open,
I see large black pools
The darkness of Death as it looms
As her eyes roll back
it is life they lack
The unforeseen Death before it strikes
I feel my heart beat,
I see pulsating in her neck
The drummer of Death rolls on deck
As I breath in and out,
her breathing rhythm is in doubt
The air of Death deplets her of oxygen
As I watch and wait,
my thoughts have come to late
The words are Death lost within my soul.
As I feel heart ache pain,
her mind has shut down her brain
The thought of Death has come to rest
My tears are never ending,
her dehydration for ever more existing
The fluid of Death is never taken in only out
If you know not what I speak,
be grateful for not your words leak
The words of Death come with my every breath
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