let the right one in.

it was a quiet evening;
a quiet evening in Hell.
there was a dead rose on my desk;
a dead rose where my heart should have been.
I heard a car door open on the street
'I hope it's Death' - I said out loud.
I saw sunbeams through the shutters.
'Must be 11 AM, June, or a Tuesday?' - I said again.
I felt the madness pouring from my eyes;
madness dripping from my words.
I smiled and I was cold;
fast shivers running down my spine;
running down my feet.
I was tired.
I heard a knock on the door:
'I hope it's Death'
- I tried to get up, I couldn't.
'Come on in' - I said
'It's open'.

V.