Doors of Death
Open up a hall of nothing
And wish to peer inside
With doubtful eyes and naive legs
You move closer to the doors of death
And I sit still, in a shadow crying such silent tears
Hoping you'll turn around and that your fate will differ from theirs
The stacks of skeletons I watch over, day and night
For I am death's companion and friend
It isn't hearts I break, its souls I help take
And you shouldn't have wished you were dead
Tip-toe
'Creak!'
Freeze
Hold thy breath and take another tiny step
What is the point of this, this is the end
I laugh cruelly, nothing stops me
Does it reach you, send a shiver running through your fearful spine?
Letting the cackle echo, I take another soul and then wait for more
Shout out the words, the last the youngster will hear, I scream out:
'Idiocy is what brought you here my dear philandering fiend! To the last place you'll ever walk.'
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Nai Art | Year Posted 2011
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