A door opened into Darkness,
It slowly seeped out like ink.
Pleading suffering eyes peered out.
“Please, I want to live,”
A desperate voice pulled itdelf from the blackness.
“Give me life?” it asked sobbing slightly.
Replied the door opener.
“I’m so sorry, I am Death.”
The door slowly closed.
The sobbing beneath the wood was barely audible…
I was trying to get into the head of my narrator for my major work, he is the persona of Death