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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Who are you? What do you want, (the rabbit winks), his silence explodes my dream,(the rabbit thinks). Not a movement, he continues to taunt, (into his skull his eyes sink), this cant be what it seems, (as he motions to the door ... I seen him blink). The door of whispers and screams, all I am fears it so, yet I desire I Fein, for what the darkness inside wants to show. I raise to my knees, they are weak as butter, my mouth is dry, my mumbles stutter. The rabbit's eyes become rose red, while the first step I take, tightens my guts, even my eyes start to shake. A teardrop falls, as I inch a step closer, I'm sweating now, like I'm dyeing of radiation exposer. One two three, just a couple of more and I'll be there, mean while that damn rabbit smirks as he stairs. And then he speaks, raspy and ridged, three single words that's evil, cold and frigid. What he spoke, I'll never forget, etched in my mind like a psychotic fit. Enter your dream!! Enter your dream!!, over and over this dejavue I've seen. First step in the door, (that voice...so familiar), darkness envelopes familiarity, (is that rabbit evils dealer?) second step overwhelms, (the rot and stench becomes nearer) hells second form of actuality. Inside flowers of colors, with petals of memories fallen, drowning in the mirror, my angel has fallen. Reality soon transpires, as I look before me, and realize the familiarity of everything I see. When I turn around, my mirror refection, stands before me, there's no more misdirection. Inside this door, stores my past and future pain, my hell of reality of all that's vain. And finely those eyes, that voice I know, I knew it all along, his face he didn't have to show. That rabbit, stinking with rot from shame and guilt, wasn't just something my mind suddenly built. But alas my child, the truth you see, that evil inside the closet....is me.
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