Friday 5 August 2011

Don't Trip

I've been growing jumpy at the slightest noise
and though I know, I just can't get a grip.
The wolves still watch on with hunger and poise
waiting to pounce on me as soon as I slip.

The Devil's been knocking on my door for days.
I hide in my room, pretending I'm away.
I know I can't continue with these ways
but I'm afraid that my demons will stay.

The spiders have been crawling down my walls,
along my arms and across my mind.
Their footsteps resemble my messy scrawls,
and I'm unsure what they or I hope to find.

The wolves have grown bored of waiting to eat.
The Devil has decided to try next door.
The spiders have made their movements discrete.
I don't feel this darkness anymore.

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