I know what it’s like

    To knock on Death’s door.

I’ve done it many a time.

    I know what it’s like to 

step into his house and

be pulled right back.   

I’ve walked through his halls,

    studied his habits,

been close enough to touch his

skeletal, hooded  face and

Escaped.

    I’ve been to Death’s house.

There are two tunnels that 

    lead into the afterlife, 

One, to Heaven,

the other,  

 to Hell.   

    I’ve walked into both.

I know what it’s like 

    to brought back into

the arms of life.

    I haven’t visited Death in

quite awhile now.

    I don’t plan to

for a long time, but

    I know what it’s like 

To knock on Death’s door.