I am with Death

Death knocks on my door,
And I let him in.

He sits on my bed,

And asks me to lie down.

I want to ask him why,

But I cannot utter any words.

He asks me to close my eyes,

And I obey whole heartedly.

He sings me a lullaby,

Which isn't familiar.

He cuddles me in his arms,

And it is too lovely.

I feel safe, but he is death,

And I am with him.