Love is like a haunted house the ghosts of the past reside in it and new residents excite and stir up said spirits

At Death's door

I feel it now
Cold chills down my back
I can sense it
Cralwing inside and out

iI feel the end closing
I am at death's door
Nothing can stop this
No time to go back

I know he is coming
Steel sickle and robes of black
He is only working
Nothing personal but he can't turn back

I feel the end closing
I am at death's door
The seperation of skin and soul
A am no longer whole

There in the darkness resides
The muses of old holding scissors
To cut my life thread
When the hour is at hand

I feel the end closing
Death's cold presents
He is here to take me
Snd all went black