Death comes to my door

I always imagined my death would have just been more.

More magical, more spiritual, or a dramatic ending with my wrists feeling slashed up and sore.

I imagined I'd ride on the highway to hell considering the fact that in gods eyes I'm considered a whore.

But instead, death came with just a little bit of dread.

In my doorway through the window, I saw the face of death.

The grim reaper turned out to be real

his appearance leaves me feeling surreal.

With no words he motions for me to come.

I obediently followed, Because I am death's son.