Darkness Dances On My Doorstep
Darkness dances on my doorstep
But I'm not about to let it in
The darkness will pound and howl
And even curse me to oblivion
But that door remains shut
No way will I be fooled
Ever again
And as shooting stars rain
Across the night sky
I hear the song of the universe
Even over the calls
Of the darkness
Dancing all alone on my doorstep
Mad that I refuse to tango
Angry over a broken plastic flamingo
A sign of toxic friendship
Forgotten
On the doorstep
But I refuse to be weak again
And give in
Because the darkness
Envelops and overwhelms
A cascading casket of cosmic callousness
Ensnaring like a heavy blanket
So when you see me
Standing in front of the door
You may see a single tear
And a hand on the doorknob
As darkness dances on my doorstep
I'm (not) about to let it in
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