Knock, Knock

Knock, Knock came a sound from my door,
And If I open it I know I will be no more.
Let me in I employ you to do what is right,
For I have not the energy or will to still fight.
If I do let you in this chamber I dwell,
I will too let the hell into this cell.
They are not that far away but there is still time,
Please open this door or my death will be your crime.
I have watched so many die like you at this door,
I really should walk away like I had done before.
Please is there any humanity that lives inside you,
For can you be compassionate and do what you must do?
Compassion was lost when our moon turned blood red,
And the rise of these things that feeds on us until we are dead.
I have gone to the hospital, and the missions it’s all the same,
Stuffy scent of death shouts out its name.
It is only you and I that have to go on where other have fell,
Open this door please and we shall make hope dwell.
Have you been bitten have you had their teeth in your skin,
For I will open if you have not had that sin.
I promise that not one has made me bleed,
For I have killed other so that they may feed.
Tear off your shirt and let me see with my own eyes,
Or by god I will leave you out there to meet your own demise.
Here if that will do it, then I shall bare my chest to let you see,
That I am human that all I am to be.
The host peered out through the hole in the door,
And his eyes floated over the guest body looking for a sore.
When there was none to see or dread,
He opened the door letting his guest escape from the dead.
In a flash the man hurried past the door down the hall,
So fast it was that it made his host fall.
He reached to shut the door but it was not there,
For the hinges were bolted but no door anywhere.
A pale mask fell on his one fresh face,
For they now were both in death’s grace.
I held only a knob between him and what he feared,
And with one reach inside a clammy body reared.
Eyes so hollow and gaunt they could just stare,
And his heart crying out how could this be fair.
It pulled it closer as the fangs bore in the flesh,
Tearing at the skin over and over until it was mesh.
Turning back the guest saw what he had done to the one that has save him,
An he knew what he had to do before his host’s life would dim.
A shot rang through the house and the bullet hit the head,
Smiling he knew he save the man from a life worse then being dead.
The body contorted and was tossed aside,
And the guest knowing this was his last place to hide.
I pulled back the bolt to end his life right there,
And then he heard another voice come out from nowhere.
A woman with a child in her arms had come out a room,
Tired and lonely she screamed for her groom.
Blood stained the body just sat there in the dim light,
And for one instant he knew then it was worth the fight.
He grabbed the woman and ran out the back,
Going ever faster to beat any attack.
He threw the woman and the child in a parked car,
And together they tried to reach a land that was very far.
They drove day and night only stopping for food and gas,
into a ghost town and down the over pass.
Away from the hell where they saw there loved on die,
Taking control of there own lives never asking why.
Instead of giving up because of the pain,
They saw a future ahead worth all this strain.
Did they reach happiness and peace at the end,
Well look into the mirror because you are their son my friend.

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2005