Death At The Door

Death knocks at the door  
Waiting for me to answer.  
Tap, Tap, Tap, I hear it and pretend  
Not to know what waits for me.  
I hide in my smoke filled room bunkered  
Down behind a wall of empty bottles.  
The Tap turns to a haunting Knock  
And my heart starts to beat faster.  
I turn the music up to drown out  
The sound of the Knocking but I cant,  
The Knock is turning into a Rumble.    
I look up over the bottles and see the  
Door shaking and starting to break--  
Dark red light pulsating through the cracks.  
My bottle wall starts collapsing in on itself because  
Of the rapid trembling of the floor beneath it.  
The music stops and the smoke clears.  
I walk to the door, pause, and open it.    
Then, the entire room goes black.