Death knows your name.
To know that you will one day,
Be no more
To feel alone is to feel death,
Keeping you company.
To feel that he knows you,
But does not come to get you.
The apple will leave it's place some day
And when it does,
Hearts will be broken.
He will come,
Perhaps not today.
He knows his way around
The keys to every door,
Lay on his table.
Death knows you name.
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