Knocking at my close window

Nothing old about death, a physical organism, refer to the end of life

looking into my eyes, the darkness that cover the light, that lie still with death. An invitation that request an answer, and knocking at my close window

recognizing the smell, that perceiving odors organs in my nose, I had encountered them before, in a dark misty night, how many times will death be knocking at my close window

a short distance away lurking at my window

I will not let it burn, to take away life that is so precious

letting this unpleasant emotion caused by the belief

that something likely to cause pain

that is knocking at my close window

a threatened death that is seeking and has the desire

to obtain what belong to me, a life to death

death to death, the end is only the beginning to his time

a final point of my time

I require no signature to his identification

or the fact of being identified to his strong demands

I will not sleep with death, or accept the kiss of death

or open my window to death that is knocking to my close window