by Keith Loh, staff reporter
A knocking comes from my door
It’s something that I can no longer ignore
My time is up, my time has come
I can hear my heartbeat drum
All living things have to meet death
So as I take my last breath
I feel my heart begin to slow
What will happen to me, I do not know
Death leans in for a final kiss
I begin to fall into a bottomless abyss
Life and death are of ebb and flow
With death, new life grows
The darkness grows, it’s hard to see
What will happen to me?
