Death
I'm knocking on death's door, and I don't know if he'll reply,
I'm feeling alone in this world, and the opposite of high .
No one's replying, whether I text or call,
but I think I'm done roaming these uncertain halls.
I'm thinking that death might open his door this time,
and that this might be my very last rhyme.
I'm feeling alone in this world, and the opposite of high .
No one's replying, whether I text or call,
but I think I'm done roaming these uncertain halls.
I'm thinking that death might open his door this time,
and that this might be my very last rhyme.