When Death Comes Knocking...

Knock, knock.
There's a tap at my
My fogged window.
I look up from my keyboard,
There's nothing there.
Was the sound nothing more
Then a figment of my imagination?
With a shrug of my shoulders,
I went back to my work.
Knock, knock.
There is was again.
This time I ignored the noise.
There's nothing there.
It's all in my mind.
Knock, knock.
What the hell?
I snap my head up,
And my jaw drops.
Every inch of me
Is stricken with fear.
At the window,
The very same window
I just looked out moments ago,
There stood a hooded figure.
I've seen that shadow before;
Death.
And it's knocking at my window.
Do I invite it in?
Or snub it, leaving
It out in the bitter cold?
Its bony fingers scrap
Against the crystal glass.
It wants to be let in.
It's calling to me.
But I can't move.
My bones have
Become immobilized.
Fear is my downfall.
With its Scythe
It taps, taps, taps.
Suddenly, the glass begins
To crack unwillingly.
Death wanted in,
And it was going to get it.
I merely sat and watched,
My life out of my hands.
I belong to Death now.
Broken shards of glass,
Lay all over the floor.
I crawl into the inviting
Arms of my new love.
Death carry me away,
Take me to Hell,
My new residence.