Do you like my poem?

Death is knocking on your door it has come to settle the score so you cower under your bed your time has come and you're filled with dread through the shadows it has krept to drag u back to a world unkepmt though u tremble and plea it will never let you be so u take and long deep breath then u turn and laugh with great fear to face your inevitable death you recoil in terror when u see its featureless face just one more day u scream then u awake to find it was just a dream