DEATH

The slit of a wrist
The slap of a face
I run to my death at a steady pace

Death is knocking on my door
I see dead bodies lying on the floor
Some of them friends, some enemies
But most of them are my family

Death walks into the house freely
It grabs me meanly
It loads a gun
Just for fun

But to my surprise
He pulls out a knife

He cuts me deep
What, whats happening
I'm still breathing
And I'm not bleeding
I guess i was dead after all