Death's Front Door

Flesh comes in contact with flesh

Secrets hidden from the minds eyes

Silent tears wept in the dead of night

To afraid to be seen in dawn’s early light.

Silent footsteps fall,

Sounding like Death to the untrained ear.

Red flashes behind your eyes,

Open up and feel one last time.

Drifting down into darkness,

Never too see the light again.

All because of the secrets that hide,

The tears that are cried,

And the will to die.