Knocking on death’s door
why?
Wonder, curiosity, doubt
Hoping my vampire will open the door
who shall answer this thunderous percussion?
Gleaming eyes
Bloodstained face
Treacherous fingers grasp me,
Scared to death,
but that is what he wants
I’m snatched inside the doors
Fire blazes my every direction,
screams of torture invade my ears
Not knowing why I’ve done what I’ve done
Knocking on death’s door
Monstrous images invade my eyes,
burning flesh and smell of decay
Oh God what have I done,
my assailant smiles as if saying God can’t help you now!
Being dragged along the sulfurous floor
Clothes torn,
trying to hold back the urge to vomit
Daring was I
But my position has changed
I’m thrown before a throne of bone and flesh
There he sits
taking in his pain and torture,
there he sits and smiles,
asking why are you knocking on my door?
For it’s not your turn
not your time,
to take your place by my side
seeing his eyes turn to sadness, I speak
I hear you calling out to me
beckoning with dreams of love and power,
but what have I done that you find deem able
Then he turns and says,
Only you have come knocking on death’s door