From before I can remember, monsters slipped through the door. They swirled around, tormenting me, until I built a dungeon deep below. I gathered each one, locked tight the door. With the turn of a golden key, finally I was free. Now I roam and explore without fear until, until another creeps near. Calmly, I lead it down the gallery, reach into my pocket and find the key. Through the cracks, a few still get a glimpse of me, but… it’s always better to be free.
If You Look If you lookit lets you knowit’s thereShould you dareIt waitsnot for you, not for me.Hesitation thenI’ve slipped through the crackwith more questions than answersquestions to ignore,answers would endangerall that is true.Drawn back to the voidbecause knowledgehas a desirethat can’t be ignored. The Thing That Watches Back Look on throughit saw you.Mind cracked…
I don’t know how many times I heard… This hurts me worse than you, and you will appreciate this when you’re older. Neither one of those came true. But I do appreciate the clean smell of bleach. I really do. I even like the pain in my chest from the fumes. Memories of going to…
Rheumatoid arthritis, diabetes type twoShe said, I’m sure your sins follow you.It could be worse you know, there are feeding tubes,Salem Slims, chained all day long but your lungs stayed strong.There was a fire still burning, a grin and a laugh.It just is and just was… your memory never lasts.Sitting on that porch year after…