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May I be the one that opens the door?
What may be lurking?
Why must it ?
What may it be ?
A friend or foe?
I stand gracing my hand on the brittle knob waiting for the overwhelmed courage to embrace my presence as I reveal that of which has bin taunting me for years
The monster's eye that have bin burn into my memory for so long. Finally gets to witness what has become of me
It's stance is of approval and of greatness
It's eyes glowing red in the solemn darkness
its body is grotesque with alien like features
As he speaks his voice is like nails on a chalk board
"Once in for all I get to see you as I imagined
You and oh how lovingly you have turned out?"
A tear glints off of my cheek
as I turn and squander away for no more I can bear to hear him speak
cause all I want to do is make him pay
I enclose the monster once more and shun the memories that dare come forth
Why does this have to be so?
every night I see him and all the memories flow with the horrible images he bestowed
as a child I was unable to see the truth ,but now that I'm older my wrath gets benumbed awaiting for the day
for my ruthless satifaction to be so
- by Silencedbutnotbroken |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/02/2011 |
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- Title: What May Be Lurking?
- Artist: Silencedbutnotbroken
- Description: poem about me facing something maybe you had to face something to please comment if you would like it will be greatly appreciated
- Date: 08/02/2011
- Tags: lurking closet darkness
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