Through my door
Nigh a telltale heart or a raven
spoken “never more”;
Try a skeleton cloaked in
shadows, peering through the door.
No skin and no heart or soul;
this skeleton peering through my door.
My heart stops its beating; I fall
to the floor.
Not a word spoken, his arms reach
out to me.
Grasping at the air inside my
throat; reaching through this door.
Not a word he spoke, chasing me
through my dreams.
Not a thought inside his mind;
you hear him in my screams.
The skeleton in the purple cloak;
haunts the greatest of souls.
The skeleton reaching through my
door; and bodies full of holes.
The battlefield of love and glory
is soaked in blood.
Women and children who drown
within mud.
The apparition of death that
claims my soul;
Grasping.
Groping.
Reaching through the open door.
My heart grows cold, ceasing
evermore.
The darkness within his eyes an
endless void.
I peer in and fall down; down,
down to the fires below.
The moonlight reflecting off his
starched white arm.
He takes my soul into his hand,
to start the show.
By the shivers of deaths bony
grasp.
By the cries for help, silenced
to a gasp.
By the stare of negra muerta; my
skin turns white.
The harbinger of death; seeks my
plight.
This cloaked figure peering
through my door;
A prospector claiming my life
forever more.
The avatar of misery and utter
despair
Behind you he follows; over
there!
Behind me in every dream
Arm outstretched he follows my
scream.
Across from me under the
candlelight,
He takes my soul inside the night.
Outside my window on hallows eve.
I am the treasure, and he, the
thief.
The skeleton peering through my
door
The end of the rich, starving,
and poor.
Always behind us.
Stalking! Reaping! And never
sleeping.
Shwing! The scythe steals your
head.
He is always reaping.
Not a nightmare, but a story
without an end.
In every book.
And where the sidewalk begins.
It is a battle that you cannot
end.
He’s watching you now, even as
you read.
Your eyes have planted the seed.
He will never speak; he will
haunt your dreams.
He will drive you mad; he will
become your screams.
The faceless reaper who writes
the end to your story.
Stealing your souls in a blaze of
glory.
The skeleton who devours your
hope.
Who consumes your fears.
You cannot run.
You will drown in tears.
All will be lost; all will come
to a dreary end.
He is around every single bend.
The skeleton who peers through my
door.
The nightmare who spills my blood
onto the floor.
A harbinger of death; a symbol of
war.
Peering.
Creeping.
Reaching through my door.
To take my soul forever more.
The symbol of my fear and
decaying sin.
The mark of a race I cannot win.
A brother of mine; a sort of kin.
I think I will let him in.
The empty husk of cloth and bone
Bound by sins I must atone.
The skeleton peering through my
door.
Now stands before me on the
floor.
My body has passed, I am no more.
The bringer of death, despair,
and ruin;
My time has come.
I let him in.
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