Death Comes Knocking

Death he comes knocking
Rapping on the door
A gentle little tapping
Resounding like a drum

I hear him in my earlobe
The lover I want to embrace
The thought that crosses my mind
When you slapped me in the face

Gentle rapping and knocking
The skeletal tap
That sends shivers up my spine
Yet a welcoming nap

A rest from the worry
And loneliness I fight
You think I am a happy girl
With no cynicism in sight

I know you wouldn’t miss me
If death he finally came
I know you wouldn’t kiss me
It seems either way

Closed casket or open
Or standing at your door
You are letting me go
You don’t want me anymore

You and so many others
They tire of me quick
They want me to leave them
Say I’m making them sick

Not witchcraft or voodoo
Or any wicken reid
Could make you desire
Or fall in love with me

So death he comes knocking
With his welcoming arms
The sinew of death
And all of its charms

The knife cuts into flesh
Blood begins to flow
Should have chosen pills
It’s easier you know

My ability to cope has surpassed
All I really know
He doesn’t even call me
He doesn’t even show

But death will be my consort
To sleep in my marriage bed
Too bad it was you and not death
That took my maidenhead