At the Door
Curled up in the corner
In dead of the night
Afraid of darkness
And praying for light
Eyes peer from the ceiling
Hands reach from the floor
Hearts beat from the walls
And he stands at the door
No chemicals shield me
No masquerade hides
The sweat of my body
The fear in my eyes
He’s pounding and pounding
And growing in strength
He’s growing in hunger
And looking for prey
He whispers to call me
From deep in my mind
With lies and with luring
Each weakness he finds
I know what he wants
Yes, I know where he leads
I’ve scars to remind me
Of all the past deeds
But the door he can’t open
And that’s why he calls
So I’m curled in the corner
Afraid that I’ll fall
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