Death is standing at my door.

Death is standing at my door,

It refuses to wait for me anymore.

It has come to steal me away,

As if I were it's vulnerable prey.

It does not care about my youthful age,

It has cone too far at this stage

To return again without a victim,

Another name to add to the system

I am not given a chance to explain

Why my soul, it should refrain

From taking my being so suddenly,

With no goodbyes for family.

And then I am taken against my will,

All that is everything goes so still.

And I exist here nevermore, 

For death is standing at my door.