| Written: 10:03 AM April 2004 The voices linger in the calm night sky Not ever calming, those few that cry Nearing the line of strangeness and craze The darkness of death seems to be a phase On and off, back again from the past You never would have thought you would have last The closet door creeps open, into the rooms The frightening sight, here that glooms Defenstration comes to one's mind Yet no idea who has come behind The glass broken, cuts into a person's skin No wonder it hurt, he was pushed through again Dreams of dreams of darkness and pain The old person walks the park without a cane The darkness ends and supposedly not to come back But if you had the darkness, then courage you lack |
| The Closet Park |
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