Demon


Your sick lullaby,
it leaves a angry rhythm
in my heart as I sleep-
a twisted song,
that holds a story of truth
as our shared dreams
fly
soundlessly
into a dark sea of
nothingness.
The small, glistened knob
opens a splintered door.
The door closes
to stop time-
unseen time.
It stalks us,
locks us up,
closed up from the world
forever.

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