Death

Death has come knocking once again
I don't know, should I let him in?

He has been at my door twice already
I send him away, I'm not ready.

It's only a matter of time before he comes back
Sickle in hand, waiting to attack.

I will make my amends as petty as they are
To the ones I love, both near and far.

Death will come knocking once again
I'll grant him entrance, welcome him in.

For this plane of existence I hold so dear
I will not cry, will not shed a tear.

The road I chose was mine to take
In the morn, I will no longer wake.