Knocking on the Back Door
By birksy
Knocking on the back door, Look down, Do you let them in, Faces you don’t recognise, Wait patiently For you. Is there time to get out? Look down, Where would you go? Moving round in circles, Seems all that You do. Sitting in the empty dark, Look down, Pretend you’re not here, Maybe they’ll go away, Just leave you here, To die. Written December 6th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 11:18 PM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 1
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