I still watch my door at night
I still watch my door at night Though to say why would be to betray… An adult fears naught of those things… Legends long ago, buried with age… I still bear the marks of yesterday Simple black smirks among my hands Born out of boredom or horrible satisfaction Slowly twisting young minds fate I still bear the scars of those years Clasps and claws surrounded one’s eyes Held tight in growling groves Fear spread through moonlit skies I still see the door swing open For the horrible tales were real Human monsters turned cold and distinct Gleaming as piers burn bright in the night I still cringe at the false tale’s hope A world better then night’s peace? Finding solace in evil, finding good within the dark Contrasting brightly in the heavy day’s sun. I still feel the plunge of the prick Starting as games turned to rules of intent Slowly, succulent blades pierce flesh Silent screams in the wilderness I still watch my door at night For it could open to reveal her once again Though the scars turned to ash in adults mind rage At night… In the dark… The memories return… Written April 3rd, 2002 © on Apr 03 2002 02:08 PM PST 0 • 1
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"I still watch my door at night..."