by Dee Devers

Created on: November 26, 2011

You are the enemy I am the keeper

you pound at my door with a deafening roar.

I shut you out you are not real, just a feeling

a wound that will not heal. A cold blade made of steel.

You lodged it in my back with a smile ...your favorite skill.

Tonight my friend is a dark, black night .

Tonight the door will be answered and with tears streaming from my eyes

I will remove the steel blade you so coldly lodged in my back and reclaim my life

and take yours with tact.

So, beware, my friends of the evil you sew.

For eventually there is a dark, black night that will collect all our souls.

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