Death at the Door

As death knocks upon my door, I don’t shudder anymore.

I’ve felt it’s presence near and far.

It’s made me feel quite the star.

I wonder if I’ll feel the pain,

When its scythe goes through my brain.

Will it numb me?

Will it tease me?

These feelings never release me.

They confide in me.

We are one and the same.

So no one is to blame when death steps in.

Talk to me.

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