Death knocked on my door again.

so the death knocked in my door again, and this time with nice smells, new look and all happy to see me, so different so sweet so tempting and dangerous.
i knew it was death, i knew him as soon as i heard him knocking, but this time i though nah! he's not gonna get me he's not as strong as i am, so I'm gonna play his game this time and he will not take me again.
i did it, i play, we play and when he smiled and told me how beautiful i was i knew i had to stop soon, other wise it will be to late and i will realize it in hell.

and it went for enough time that i almost forgot i was with death, he look handsome and smell good, and at one point i forgot all about it , all about the danger of been dead alive in the city, i forgot of the life i had before, about the friends i love, about the food i like to eat and the long walks i like to do, i forgot about the happiness and the entire world around me, and i fade in... and out.. and in... and out.
and today I'm piking up all the pieces he left broken all over my home, the windows , the glasses, the everything, home looks like a home in war, he came in and left it all in pieces, jut because i was strong enough to refuse to go back with him to hell, he want it to take me but i was strong not to go, although I'm very weak and i feel very tired and confuse but i said no, he was sad, he cried and cried and he said "i will be back"
and i hope when he does I'm much more strong than today, because for once second i really though i was going to hell with him again.